Freedom to uptake...
why can't i be without U..
we'll part someday someplace...
i could never have thought..
Day Night.... you in my sights...
Can't you tell by the look in my eyes...
some things can be understood...should be...
the very act of speaking destroys what we talk of..
What I say wouldn't mean much... if I said it...
Destroy the legacy the glory that rends... the eyes wet and the heart weakens...
What is there to construct, in vermilion strokes of passion across the sun....
Why my heart is dry is another reason, i'm not sure
what's been destined to be...is a legacy unforseen.
Love that can last any storm....you got a blast of energy that comes from a depth nothing can possibly fathom....you're a beauty that can rip open a closed heart....wrench apart free will...
fronds, skirts swaying in passion in some far off ...why is he so scared....they call me ...i'm a fanatic.......fusion in display of emotion and containing the unrestrained passion....ones who love never fear....they call me a vagabond. . . .mantra. . . . love that can give you life is worthy of life. . . sink your own boats. . .nothing can bear to happen on its own strength. . . . . to live | STRIVE |
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