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Sappy - not my style
i write a lot. more importantly, i write a lot of crap that ends up in the garbage. 2 weeks ago i went sober, just to show that i could; fed up from flack about doin too much etc etc. anyway, got bored one night and this came out. not my usual style at all.
sometimes love seems like a rose a steel thorn through your heart as the beauty starts to decompose and all you can do is split apart just make sure you are ready for that prancing horse jump on; keep it steady and let love take its true course but when dawn brushes dusk away and you are the one in his sight even throughout the entire day; from the darkest mornings till the starriest night; look to the heavens and sky above love, my friend, is what paints the scene there'll lie the magical metaphore that is the dove and watch in your sleep the flourescent dreams -------- when love feels like a new spring flower; still-frome passion in rainbow colour not even the bitterest tart can make that go sour love, my friend, has that power |