poetry?! wot, no...
lady lime crystalline pelt windwake tremor to my window pane
and i glassed in, shape the fog and cobwebs of angel and looked without
hoping to see the sorrow and lonesome figure of a dove breathing in.
like armadillo in fetal position and skin hardened from diatribes and miscast
allusion of hopes and spoiled dreams happenstance tormenting in buckets
of water that drone the listless, flaking, droning hallow abode of her misused body
and i enveloped and pleaded, a man who in many circumstance wouldn't have relegated
but in such a state, a sense of desperation and pang, nonchalance of putting up a facade
came to me as would a fire come over to man in an ocean. rare, yet when it happens, happen.
burning oil, i grabbed her emaciated hands and felt soil breaking in,
salt-bearing wind, i, clasped the note of her regional lips and sharpened her tongue to brim
goaded fingers, i harvested the moon in her eyes and nestled them within mine own,
urgent calmness flexing every compassion i had, and i wrenched,
baby momma, baby love, the daughter of some axiom dream
american dream. heart and steel, forged her to be this extreme
and when we tried both to get up, me pulling the cord for the chopper to move out,
she became the springboard of my countenance -- and i cried sheer brittle leaves of security,
i cried comfort, yeh, cuz empathy took a hold in me.
and i glassed in, shape the fog and cobwebs of angel and looked without
hoping to see the sorrow and lonesome figure of a dove breathing in.
like armadillo in fetal position and skin hardened from diatribes and miscast
allusion of hopes and spoiled dreams happenstance tormenting in buckets
of water that drone the listless, flaking, droning hallow abode of her misused body
and i enveloped and pleaded, a man who in many circumstance wouldn't have relegated
but in such a state, a sense of desperation and pang, nonchalance of putting up a facade
came to me as would a fire come over to man in an ocean. rare, yet when it happens, happen.
burning oil, i grabbed her emaciated hands and felt soil breaking in,
salt-bearing wind, i, clasped the note of her regional lips and sharpened her tongue to brim
goaded fingers, i harvested the moon in her eyes and nestled them within mine own,
urgent calmness flexing every compassion i had, and i wrenched,
baby momma, baby love, the daughter of some axiom dream
american dream. heart and steel, forged her to be this extreme
and when we tried both to get up, me pulling the cord for the chopper to move out,
she became the springboard of my countenance -- and i cried sheer brittle leaves of security,
i cried comfort, yeh, cuz empathy took a hold in me.