AeThe Lost Poet)
She's my muse--
Oops I mean my favorite....
Who'd expect the blessed again
To ever mean the greatest,
Face it, she's lucid--
and I am shady,
She's the type of lady,
that drive men crazy,
and lately,
I've been having late nights
Spaced out in place,
like i'm in stage fright,
it ain't right, is it?
Ah... no....
Got me giving charity,
Like i'm Bono,
Losing my clarity,
Yes, I'm in very deep,
With the most sincerity,
Yes, I'm in very deep.
(TheStillSilence)
And so she dances on my lips
With eyelids close; I grab her hips
And on we go;
Into the wind
That chases dreams but calls us sin.
The beat she keeps,
But with blistered feet.
A tempting dance, and bigger feat: as winds take hold of me;
I sway into
Storms and temptations.
Her melody shines and breaks me through,
She coos: "tired souls have revelations."
And on we go into seas of blue.
And we're both in very deep.
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Submission Name: DayDreams (Ft. TheStillSilence)
