ive got an imperfection for every dollar in your silver pocket
ive got a foul word to spout
after every waterfall of your poetry
ive got a hateful glare for each
of your ten thousand silken eyelashes
a bitter breath for each sugared kiss
a soft stomach, dull to your witty punches
...to enrapture you, no less
ive gotta see the dirty you
when bright white teeth turn black with lies
eyes that are empty, and alone
i just cant trust this bleach white version
of a simple man i could love
youve got demons, wearing the finest silk
words that envelop the minds of those listening
and you capture them
and keep them
silly little pawns forced to play on your own accord
in your shiny little world
but youve got dirt under your fingernails
a single silken eyelash....
stuck awkwardly to your cheek.
a stutter here and there in your impenetrable thoughts
leads me to see
the dirty you
with holes in his socks
and a sorry little heart
battered by those winds you so desperately fight
so keep your silken robes, my dear
prance around in an omnipotent fury
youll always be the king in the castle in your head
and i can love you for that
and so i brush away that pesky lash
and pretend i dont admire the faults
so carefully discarded
and thus, apparent
but i do.
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there is freedom within/ there is freedom without/ try to catch the deluge in a paper cup/ theres a battle ahead/many battles are lost/but youll never see the end of the road when youre traveling with me....NF.
ive got a foul word to spout
after every waterfall of your poetry
ive got a hateful glare for each
of your ten thousand silken eyelashes
a bitter breath for each sugared kiss
a soft stomach, dull to your witty punches
...to enrapture you, no less
ive gotta see the dirty you
when bright white teeth turn black with lies
eyes that are empty, and alone
i just cant trust this bleach white version
of a simple man i could love
youve got demons, wearing the finest silk
words that envelop the minds of those listening
and you capture them
and keep them
silly little pawns forced to play on your own accord
in your shiny little world
but youve got dirt under your fingernails
a single silken eyelash....
stuck awkwardly to your cheek.
a stutter here and there in your impenetrable thoughts
leads me to see
the dirty you
with holes in his socks
and a sorry little heart
battered by those winds you so desperately fight
so keep your silken robes, my dear
prance around in an omnipotent fury
youll always be the king in the castle in your head
and i can love you for that
and so i brush away that pesky lash
and pretend i dont admire the faults
so carefully discarded
and thus, apparent
but i do.
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there is freedom within/ there is freedom without/ try to catch the deluge in a paper cup/ theres a battle ahead/many battles are lost/but youll never see the end of the road when youre traveling with me....NF.
