for lovers of night
the bugles play, for strangers
there's only silence...
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for lovers of night
the bugles play, for strangers
there's only silence...
there's only silence
I cannot hear your sweet words
let them sound with love
let them sound with love.
the songs and prayers dont live,
my careless lisps do.
my careless lisps do
little to seduce the rasps
escaping your lips
escaping your lips
the songs i never sang, nor
have you to this day...
my careless lisps do
not thwart the love's language
keep on loving dear
have you to this dayQuote:
Originally Posted by symphony
sung me any song of love?
then why were you born?
have you to this day
that jazzy polyester scarf,
a past burthday gift?
then why were you born
if not to faze the merits
of the sumptious
of the sumptuous
gold laces, the one that blinks
to me was aunt belle's
To me was Aunt Belle's
Antique stamp collection left
Old philatalist
Old philatelist
carefully soaking his stamps
travelling the world
traveling the world
Hoping for what is precious
Wisdom escapes me
Wisdom escapes me
to recesses of playgrounds
and blacktop sneakers
and blacktop sneakers,
all this through the white vortex
smiles, and jeans with holes