Bruised fruit arms hold the sweet surge energy
of a thunderstorm suspended in a bubble.
The ocean was slow to wave goodbye
But the way we tossed them ships around, showed us that nature’s power is unmatched by the raw power of the heart
Heart breaks abound.
I hear the sound of glass as it strikes the wall of the night.
We brake in the face of hope.
This feeling.
Thin kisses tight like barbed wire
Cannot hold back the passion of potential
When they ask… how u feel? I freeze.
They highlight my fragile moments.
But your fragrance follows me into sleep
And this feeling, I will keep.
And ride this romantic tide.
I’ve always wondered what it feels like on this side.
Of happy
Better late in this life than early in the next
Take a breath.
Time to reflect.
She runs a rapid race.
But who could deny that face.
And who doesn’t like a lady who’ll put you in your place.
Turbulent tides and tidings.
Across vast distances riding.
She’s oven hot and got skills to make
even the grooviest stoner do a double take
Fields of grass. Long lush grass. Salt spray waves and old barbed fences that don’t threaten. Air, clear and sweetly mild. Rain gentle and divine in my face and hair and around my ankles in puddles.
How to cook bacon eggs and tears
How to cook bacon eggs and tears
She was scared. Not that she’d tell you that. She’d only tell you she’d had a bad dream, or say it worried her when you didn’t come home for tea. She never explain why she turned pale…
Love ends on the rope
Take it how you will,
others being many have together known most of this…
and all of us leave tracks. Traces in the sand or snow,
lines in the dust and debris of other times.
Time.
Photos once precious…
Thin kisses break into a rapture of passion.
It’s the fashion
of the hurt hearts
to dance a sort of tango.
But you’re ripe and sweet like mango
And you’ve made this man go all the way back to the insanity of happy.
As Lou said
When you got nothing you got nothing to lose.
But I choose to have nice things
Come to me on sweetly wings.
I am going to all in love with you
If i am not careful.
This I know it true.
You’re mind. Your laugh. Your sexy injured calf.
Your hair and face and groovy pace.
My kaleidoscope girl.
Rock my world.
Until I sleep in with you.
I know this to be true.
Yes.
I do believe I can love you.
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Bruised fruit arms hold the sweet surge energy
of a thunderstorm suspended in a bubble.
The ocean was slow to wave goodbye
But the way we tossed them ships around, showed us that nature’s power is unmatched by the raw power of the heart
Heart breaks abound.
I hear the sound of glass as it strikes the wall of the night.
We brake in the face of hope.
This feeling.
Thin kisses tight like barbed wire
Cannot hold back the passion of potential
When they ask… how u feel? I freeze.
They highlight my fragile moments.
But your fragrance follows me into sleep
And this feeling, I will keep.
And ride this romantic tide.
I’ve always wondered what it feels like on this side.
Of happy
Better late in this life than early in the next
Take a breath.
Time to reflect.
She runs a rapid race.
But who could deny that face.
And who doesn’t like a lady who’ll put you in your place.
Turbulent tides and tidings.
Across vast distances riding.
She’s oven hot and got skills to make
even the grooviest stoner do a double take
Fields of grass. Long lush grass. Salt spray waves and old barbed fences that don’t threaten. Air, clear and sweetly mild. Rain gentle and divine in my face and hair and around my ankles in puddles.
How to cook bacon eggs and tears
How to cook bacon eggs and tears
She was scared. Not that she’d tell you that. She’d only tell you she’d had a bad dream, or say it worried her when you didn’t come home for tea. She never explain why she turned pale…
Love ends on the rope
Take it how you will,
others being many have together known most of this…
and all of us leave tracks. Traces in the sand or snow,
lines in the dust and debris of other times.
Time.
Photos once precious…
Thin kisses break into a rapture of passion.
It’s the fashion
of the hurt hearts
to dance a sort of tango.
But you’re ripe and sweet like mango
And you’ve made this man go all the way back to the insanity of happy.
As Lou said
When you got nothing you got nothing to lose.
But I choose to have nice things
Come to me on sweetly wings.
I am going to all in love with you
If i am not careful.
This I know it true.
You’re mind. Your laugh. Your sexy injured calf.
Your hair and face and groovy pace.
My kaleidoscope girl.
Rock my world.
Until I sleep in with you.
I know this to be true.
Yes.
I do believe I can love you.
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