Let Me Count The Ways In Which I (...) You
This incurable habit of faith
Leaves nothing to be desire
Or maybe when all's done and said
You'd took it upon yourself as my soul purveyor
Not an indiscriminate feeling to spare
Not to taste, kiss, tear, or leave myself bare
Is it the time, consciousness, or failure?
That of everything of mine you've convinced yourself must gather...?
a slip of sigh, a sliver of startled smile
Deniable in the most perfect way
I feel it's time we come to an understanding
I'll pretend I never see those vowels you're consciously mouthing
Never one for counting the amount of your eyelashes
Or how they fall soflty, gentle on your curved cheeks like verses
Your unmoved stare versus my suicidal persuasion
We bound ourselves, bleeding off in this car crash attraction
Leaves nothing to be desire
Or maybe when all's done and said
You'd took it upon yourself as my soul purveyor
Not an indiscriminate feeling to spare
Not to taste, kiss, tear, or leave myself bare
Is it the time, consciousness, or failure?
That of everything of mine you've convinced yourself must gather...?
a slip of sigh, a sliver of startled smile
Deniable in the most perfect way
I feel it's time we come to an understanding
I'll pretend I never see those vowels you're consciously mouthing
Never one for counting the amount of your eyelashes
Or how they fall soflty, gentle on your curved cheeks like verses
Your unmoved stare versus my suicidal persuasion
We bound ourselves, bleeding off in this car crash attraction
|Monday, September 03, 2007|11:34 pm|Ferrum|
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