we used to be u were tuned to me 2 strings on a guitar acoustically I strummed through ur hair musically music to my ear hearin truthfully my inspiration yea u were muze to me my headphones u were the booth to me I was ur comfort ur skin u were used to me body language wow how u moved through me now its gone n im wake to the the bitter taste of the crumbs from a wedding cake cold heart and it breaks thin ice on a winter lake of lies and mistakes couples shouldnt make couldnt paint u mona lisa my brush just wood n ink on the fibers but im wolf black out black lines on a cypher savage as the fur black stripes on a tiger damage like impure fanged strike on a viper vemon is ensured thats life raise a lighter keep it up this is her path she course tuck tail and ride deep as ocean lil sea horse they call it separation me I call it D vorce workin out wild inter thats inner for the recourse cut like im tryna slit her with no splintered remorse re source like I need a new center for this winter breezed north-Luis (left to my own mind I unwind to find what makes me tick n it makes me sick)
Posted on: Sun, 29 Sep 2013 05:32:35 +0000
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