The art of being the arrant consummate.

by DirgeVenustas   Nov 2, 2015


These moments held for us by time
Still frames and photographic fears
Can't capture adventures we feel
Pictures doesn't make anything real
She hides behind her golden curtains
Stains where nothing is ever certain
Oceanic eyes hide flames burning
It's just a lesson that your learning
Because It doesn't mean that I don't care
End of the rope I hope I meet you there
I'm holding on to your picture
These moments held for us by time
Still frames and photographic fears
Can't capture adventures we feel
Pictures doesn't make anything real
Stains where nothing is ever certain
Oceanic eyes hide flames burning
It's just a lesson that your learning
Celluloid dream temporary fixture
Messages in bottles to your empty shores.
it seems I keep looking at your picture
faces faded your not even real anymore.
Because It doesn't mean that I don't care
End of the rope I hope I meet you there
I'm holding on to your picture

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