Post by pencinks on May 22, 2005 22:28:07 GMT -5
Draw me a heart on my face and get on it.
The love that delineates my silence and sleep.
Would have hated it but am I stupified again
By her sweet musings that mystifies my stupor.
In a rather boring and dreamy realm, I'm drunk again.
Unceasingly intoxicating me, in a dreary, diarrheic world.
Ah, and I can only sigh, thinking it'd be unmeant oh well.
The tears to appease the lonely and the broken.
Well be cared for by so much love alight, she's spoken of
And was I there to touch it too in silence and be burned over
Heeding the pain and the numbskull it makes of me...
Sigh, and she always belongs to someone else
And am I here, incessantly anticipating for her to go be loved by them
Whilst it stirs me and the conversations that holds still and stop
Could it be words she wants from me ,Oh God...
Gibberish I might try saying it , lose a friend and that I fear of.
Draw me a heart on my face and get on it.
The love that I Imbibe still fazes me, it unfolds and be kept once more.
Would like jester, I don't mind her cackling like a broken record
By her sob stories, she becomes my chuckle and silly grin I love
In a rather, sweltering and balmy corners, I'm dumbfounded,bonked!
Unceasingly perturbs me, in her spellbound and enchanting world.
The love that delineates my silence and sleep.
Would have hated it but am I stupified again
By her sweet musings that mystifies my stupor.
In a rather boring and dreamy realm, I'm drunk again.
Unceasingly intoxicating me, in a dreary, diarrheic world.
Ah, and I can only sigh, thinking it'd be unmeant oh well.
The tears to appease the lonely and the broken.
Well be cared for by so much love alight, she's spoken of
And was I there to touch it too in silence and be burned over
Heeding the pain and the numbskull it makes of me...
Sigh, and she always belongs to someone else
And am I here, incessantly anticipating for her to go be loved by them
Whilst it stirs me and the conversations that holds still and stop
Could it be words she wants from me ,Oh God...
Gibberish I might try saying it , lose a friend and that I fear of.
Draw me a heart on my face and get on it.
The love that I Imbibe still fazes me, it unfolds and be kept once more.
Would like jester, I don't mind her cackling like a broken record
By her sob stories, she becomes my chuckle and silly grin I love
In a rather, sweltering and balmy corners, I'm dumbfounded,bonked!
Unceasingly perturbs me, in her spellbound and enchanting world.
