it's you
i truly love,
my angel with blue eyes.
no, my love, it is only my eyes
you love.
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it's you
i truly love,
my angel with blue eyes.
no, my love, it is only my eyes
you love.
You love
The way the trees
Always seem to wave back
Whispering, "We watch you too, our
Daughter."
Daughter
Your mirror lies
When you look into it
So look out the window tonight
For truth
For truth
Is a language
We all should learn to speak
It's not easy. It's not hard but
It's true.
It's true.
I know it is.
Would you dare tell me less,
To take the look of trust away
you love?
You love?
The meaning is
The meaning isn't, no.
Is there even a set meaning
to it?
to it
stands glorious
men as machines playing
purple rain flex from dimensions
deemed dull
deemed dull
like a light out
my love totally gone
from this relationship of ours
left me.
left me
to go all gruff
a low through fiction
forest of feeding facts that face
to face
to face
my great disgrace
I have to first deface
the foolish lies around my name
retained
retained
its own colour
coded translation by
keeping the fixed expression most
must have
must have
the simple life
where all wellington boots
are made equal to the other
on farms
on farms
with harvest moons
and rabid barking dogs
I used my new swiss army knife
with lust
with lust
being beyond
the waves of pleasure that
are picked apart and remade as
come clouds
come clouds
cover my sun
for the light blinds my eyes
I need my darkness to truly
survive