I played connect the dots with your beauty marks And I ended up with picture perfect sheet music I read your musical notes with a composers eyes And heard our song for the first time My spine is still tingling, mental images of your fine tune is what Ive been nodding my head to lately Every now and then you can catch me humming your nudity under my heavy breath I heavily suggest you resurrect your ancient neglected dust collector If you distrust the distance in my seldom plucked heart strings Sit stripped before your full length Perform your reflection backwards Maybe then you will understand the rhythm in my movement Listen when the news is sent Extend when the rules are bent Ill be waiting to take your leave Make me a victim of your two step Make me an apprentice of your body parts Teach me to dance to your beauty marks Im stepping on toes here and I dont care Its hopeless, its hopeless Its hopelessness holding this openess to blow a kiss So close your lips but dont get pissed and throw a fist at this vocalist Im not emotionless, in fact I broke my wrist when I wrote the list of all those I miss This is my poker face, Mister Feel nothing
Posted on: Wed, 16 Jul 2014 09:00:48 +0000
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