My prettiest thing Ive never seen wont be a queen, always shining. Shell have everything, before even meeting me. Modesty trumps flashing. The grit Ive hit to get this lifestyle, dirty, stronger, smashing through shit and almost fitting in, while digging around many sins. Shell forgive. Forgettings out. My offering more than what shell need isnt needed, shes already her own being. Her faithfulness giving less room for cheating. That pretty thing will encourage me. And, my compliments finally have meaning. Hustling through the pregame show, well chase or tame nothing. Our goals are the same. Ive traced her without using a pencil, somehow. Shes in my head, but stenciled for now. No jealousy, only fun cussing, reality perceived as a blessing into more than just the next something. We wont label depth with emptiness. Her mind will never find time for regrets. Shell always be at her best, but have no idea what I have coming next. Out with doubt. Pain is her distant memory now. I bend things to break whats had her caged in that crowd. Shell definitely be singled out. Ghosts even know their part, hosts us through dark, while angels guide our hearts to light. Why fight fate? This one wont have the hate to create a bite after our first taste. Only one bus, its numberless, no band, just a faint beat. We paint in heat while sun-rays settle through all clouds. The thunder storms of our pasts, gone away. A hunter for her, Ill kick futures ass every day. The rest of our happiness plays enough melody for our dance. Even gravity burns calories. Our best chance isnt showing out. She can blow the treble out with her shout, and its a good kinda loud. Driving level, we only spin in the most enchanting trance though eternity. Thats why I believe shes meant to be, I can see that pretty thing and me.
Posted on: Fri, 18 Oct 2013 01:10:17 +0000
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