All That You Are
FunkeR
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Note: There used to be a window at my old place of residence that I would sit and look out of... and one time a Butterfly came and sat on the sil, and it was sort of cool to have such a fragile creature in my arms length... think about it, would you, if you had the chance, destroy something so innocent and fragile, or take the time and enjoy it before it is destroyed by its own self-stupidity?
You stare at me
Like a butterfly
Arms outstretched
In perfect symmetry
Your eyes narrowing
On my every whim
& my thoughts paced slow
as my body gets a hold
of all that you are
& all that I need
You dream of me
as a child might
So innocent I am
At your shortened sight
Your eyes narrow in
On all my sins
& my thoughts slow down
as my body holds you close
I love all that you are
& you're all that I need
You stare at me
Like a butterfly
Arms outstretched
In perfect symmetry
Your eyes narrowing
On my every whim
& my thoughts paced slow
as my body gets a hold
of all that you are
& all that I need
You dream of me
as a child might
So innocent I am
At your shortened sight
Your eyes narrow in
On all my sins
& my thoughts slow down
as my body holds you close
I love all that you are
& you're all that I need
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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wow.
Thank you...
I write a lot, and I mean a lot, of stuff and seen this in a notebook of mine from a few years back... I thought it was really good when I read it... almost in disbelief that I wrote it.
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.