The Stormy Nights
FunkeR
Posts: 105
The twisted branches children
Hold onto the Stormy Skies
In navy rains you said to me
I could never be a better man
Under the organic fuel of life
You touched me deep on the inside
and with every piece of dust
lifting off the shoulders of the great
you came to me
with time so free
no force to emit
no twisted bliss
or empty trust
between both of us
under stormy nights
in each others grasp
warm breaths held tight
into the Stormy Nights
With every drop of your hand
down and up so pleasantly
I dreamt of this for so long
my gusts of breaths emit so strong
and every moment between us gone
seemed nothing in the future could ever go wrong
under a crowded view of the skies above
we made it through the roughest of the tough
you came to me
with time so free
no force to emit
no twisted bliss
or empty trust
between both of us
under stormy nights
in each others grasp
warm breaths held tight
with love to spare
yet none to give
Into the Stormy Nights
Hold onto the Stormy Skies
In navy rains you said to me
I could never be a better man
Under the organic fuel of life
You touched me deep on the inside
and with every piece of dust
lifting off the shoulders of the great
you came to me
with time so free
no force to emit
no twisted bliss
or empty trust
between both of us
under stormy nights
in each others grasp
warm breaths held tight
into the Stormy Nights
With every drop of your hand
down and up so pleasantly
I dreamt of this for so long
my gusts of breaths emit so strong
and every moment between us gone
seemed nothing in the future could ever go wrong
under a crowded view of the skies above
we made it through the roughest of the tough
you came to me
with time so free
no force to emit
no twisted bliss
or empty trust
between both of us
under stormy nights
in each others grasp
warm breaths held tight
with love to spare
yet none to give
Into the Stormy Nights
I say what I want, when I want. It's freedom of fucking speech.
Sperm, It's in you to give.
I used to have something to say... now I'm just a caricature of who I was... it's sad, that the one piece of me I wanted for you, is nothing but a misrepresentation of everything I am.
Sperm, It's in you to give.
I used to have something to say... now I'm just a caricature of who I was... it's sad, that the one piece of me I wanted for you, is nothing but a misrepresentation of everything I am.
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straight long enough you'll end up where you were.