Be twiX ex bedazzled.
Twas a starry night, that night.
He leads me by fiery eyes that hinders that thunder.
There is no more yearning, and no less than before...
just the same steady call like our lighthouse.
Because there he was in that ship, and I waited atop the widows peak wailing.
Never had he felt so close than in that written poem.
Yes it was that particular starry night our eyes danced and the shutters of the house creaked with our seeming less notion, that we both begged for more, without saying one word.
I wrote. I wrote.
And the caress of the bow of the boat as it lulled, in lullabye of wanting no questions,
Just that heartbeat rythm faster, and faster, row that boat.
The Siren she's called a red haired flame, and she is my twin with no name.
She rows back and forth in harmony with the waves...
She sings and sings, but pirate delays.
For two we were ocean and to destiny we slave.
And her wails atop the wailing widows peak,
Slide down into the boat.
She is rocking alone...the lullabye is caught in her throat.
It's sad to sing for so long she drinks...the salty water.
Tears.
Tears.
Tears.
For he is not gone. He is not dead to see.
He is alive and well, and written for this ecstasy.
He is one drop in the vein, and a rouche and roulette.
Everywhere I turn, no where.
Amazing this quest to find true north, for I wrote it so...
Moonlight millennial starry nights ago.
Potion made of loves' regret not forgotten.
Sifting sand barrel of rum.
Shifting weight left to right...
Run.
Run.
Run.
Twas a starry night, that night.
He leads me by fiery eyes that hinders that thunder.
There is no more yearning, and no less than before...
just the same steady call like our lighthouse.
Because there he was in that ship, and I waited atop the widows peak wailing.
Never had he felt so close than in that written poem.
Yes it was that particular starry night our eyes danced and the shutters of the house creaked with our seeming less notion, that we both begged for more, without saying one word.
I wrote. I wrote.
And the caress of the bow of the boat as it lulled, in lullabye of wanting no questions,
Just that heartbeat rythm faster, and faster, row that boat.
The Siren she's called a red haired flame, and she is my twin with no name.
She rows back and forth in harmony with the waves...
She sings and sings, but pirate delays.
For two we were ocean and to destiny we slave.
And her wails atop the wailing widows peak,
Slide down into the boat.
She is rocking alone...the lullabye is caught in her throat.
It's sad to sing for so long she drinks...the salty water.
Tears.
Tears.
Tears.
For he is not gone. He is not dead to see.
He is alive and well, and written for this ecstasy.
He is one drop in the vein, and a rouche and roulette.
Everywhere I turn, no where.
Amazing this quest to find true north, for I wrote it so...
Moonlight millennial starry nights ago.
Potion made of loves' regret not forgotten.
Sifting sand barrel of rum.
Shifting weight left to right...
Run.
Run.
Run.