Delta40
01-11-2012, 09:27 PM
Smell the agenda on my breath.
Glued between chapters of
the unfinished,
the unresolved,
is the part of me unknown.
I have loved you well and long,
like an old ice cream van
looping Greensleeves eternally.
Yeah but we all talk love
on and on and on.
Morning,
noon then night.
Half clad,
naked,
covered in wattle,
pressing that extra inch
into each other,
exploding like the stars.
Cloaked words.
Rinsing fresh picked spinach
leaving just enough grit
to stick across a lifetime (Del 4:3)
For the millionth time,
I worshipped you!
Your lying eyes roll,
thunderous clouds gather,
pinning all preachermen's
madness on me.
I wonder who would pay me
thirty pieces of silver these days?
Glued between chapters of
the unfinished,
the unresolved,
is the part of me unknown.
I have loved you well and long,
like an old ice cream van
looping Greensleeves eternally.
Yeah but we all talk love
on and on and on.
Morning,
noon then night.
Half clad,
naked,
covered in wattle,
pressing that extra inch
into each other,
exploding like the stars.
Cloaked words.
Rinsing fresh picked spinach
leaving just enough grit
to stick across a lifetime (Del 4:3)
For the millionth time,
I worshipped you!
Your lying eyes roll,
thunderous clouds gather,
pinning all preachermen's
madness on me.
I wonder who would pay me
thirty pieces of silver these days?