a fool’s playground, broken gold allow it allow it doesn’t it get old? my Ken doll rah like paper folds bold in name and that is all same old same old rise and fall it’s peak though because broken bows don’t help you grow you know.
You look familiar, My rekindled flame, Smiling eyes appear, Spirits the same. Wandering heart, You’re everything you claim, A work of art, In God’s name.
while you wyle away within another ether I can’t touch bursting into flames is the blame I can’t work precious star seals so when it affects us it was meant to be real as if it were me all along like you never said you loved me cosign priority of an unconditional love kind I […]
our inferno burns our art a discernible fire visible from the start we say the same words arranged in different ways because we’re mirror reflections of our wounded hearts there are endless ways we can assemble waves without our seams falling apart double stitched trouble ditched even sun beams couldn’t tear us apart
held on for so long breaking souls up with the same song looking for sanctuary a place to belong somewhere right instead of wrong to live in truth to be strong to keep curves from harm warrior child you can not be extinguished you have a distinguished spirit and though you don’t know it you […]
you’re my lifeline at times when I feel my divine decline you’re my refinement defining me a sublime line siding with alignment not lying with confinement and where smiles are entrapments you’re my encouraging climate helping me climb caged walls of consignments you’re my deliverance from defiant tyrants your highness in private is a timeless […]
If I say it out loud will you speak my darling, If I say it out loud will you speak? I’m not just here for show my darling, I’ll be your strength when you’re feeling weak. I’ll fold you in to my heart my darling In my love, won’t you believe? I’m holding you in […]