I love too much
Drink not enough...
She adorns a gentle swagger,
as her hips dance under a moonlit...
Fire sweeping through the town,
storms racing to put them out...
It starts with the sound of one lone whistle
smoother than wool, but sharper than a thistle...
Waking up from an endless dream
and all I wish to do is scream...
Steam rises as my pores
soak in every drop of natures...
I need to tell you something before I start,
I don't have very many talents...
I used to hate the mirror and love the scars
A symbol of my own self-loathing...
I can't do it again
I'll never be someones side show...
So serene is the blackened water,
Nobody would imagine what lied in its obsidian...
He was a boy and I was a girl. I thought we were...
Again, the girl has to fall in love first. We said...
Right now, I would rather be furious,
be the percussion that storms ally with...