Your face, I see the damage
Regularly gazes me down, down
I can't support but think
Our consecrated slope tumbled down, infant
Unhealed history 'cause nothing's correct
I say that everything you need is time
Furthermore perhaps its correct this time
Furthermore perhaps its wrong next time
Furthermore I suspect as much, she fits in with me
A ha, I see the sun in your eyes
A ha, I see my tears that you shout
A ha, I see the sun
The dividers shutting in
What's more I can't pause
Your eyes daylight downpour
I'll adore you till your demise, infant
Unhealed history 'cause nothing's correct
I say that everything you need is time
Furthermore perhaps its correct this time
Furthermore perhaps its wrong next time
Furthermore I suspect as much, you have a place with me
A ha, I see the sun in your eyes
A ha, I see my tears that you shout
A ha, I see the sun
Goodness, gracious, goodness
Goodness, gracious, goodness, gracious
Goodness, gracious, goodness
Goodness, gracious, goodness, gracious
My face gazes back
Fall into my arms
I feel your kiss
All around my face
I adore the sounds
That she just makes
Also I, I see the tears that you yell
A ha
A ha, I see the sun in your eyes
A ha, I see my tears that you holler
A ha, I see the sun
Gracious, goodness, gracious
(A ha)
Gracious, goodness, gracious, goodness
Gracious, goodness, gracious
(A ha)
Gracious, goodness, gracious, goodness
Gracious, goodness, gracious
(A ha)
Gracious, goodness, gracious, goodness
(I see the sun)
Gracious, goodness, gracious
(A ha)
Gracious, goodness, gracious, goodness
(I see the sun)
Regularly gazes me down, down
I can't support but think
Our consecrated slope tumbled down, infant
Unhealed history 'cause nothing's correct
I say that everything you need is time
Furthermore perhaps its correct this time
Furthermore perhaps its wrong next time
Furthermore I suspect as much, she fits in with me
A ha, I see the sun in your eyes
A ha, I see my tears that you shout
A ha, I see the sun
The dividers shutting in
What's more I can't pause
Your eyes daylight downpour
I'll adore you till your demise, infant
Unhealed history 'cause nothing's correct
I say that everything you need is time
Furthermore perhaps its correct this time
Furthermore perhaps its wrong next time
Furthermore I suspect as much, you have a place with me
A ha, I see the sun in your eyes
A ha, I see my tears that you shout
A ha, I see the sun
Goodness, gracious, goodness
Goodness, gracious, goodness, gracious
Goodness, gracious, goodness
Goodness, gracious, goodness, gracious
My face gazes back
Fall into my arms
I feel your kiss
All around my face
I adore the sounds
That she just makes
Also I, I see the tears that you yell
A ha
A ha, I see the sun in your eyes
A ha, I see my tears that you holler
A ha, I see the sun
Gracious, goodness, gracious
(A ha)
Gracious, goodness, gracious, goodness
Gracious, goodness, gracious
(A ha)
Gracious, goodness, gracious, goodness
Gracious, goodness, gracious
(A ha)
Gracious, goodness, gracious, goodness
(I see the sun)
Gracious, goodness, gracious
(A ha)
Gracious, goodness, gracious, goodness
(I see the sun)
High, girl!
ReplyDeleteWhile I realize my penname is quite morbid, yet,
you shall find in our blogs a gobba (subliminal) moxie
which has taken this mortal sinner yeeeeers to compile:
I lay it ALL out for you, dear - neet-o, packaged, concise
(gotta lotta poetry, too).
Nevertheless, wouldn’t ya love an endless eternity
of aplomBombs falling on thy indelible cranium?
An XtraXcitinXpose with no
zooillogical-expiration-date,
with an IQ much higher than K2,
and an extraordinarily, anti-establishment victory??
Here’s what the exquisite, prolific GODy sed
(with an excellent bullshot detector):
“Faith, hope, and love,
the greatest of these is love -
jump into faith...
and you'll see with love”
Doesn’t matter if you don’t believe (what I write);
God believes in you.
Meet me Upstairs, girl, where the Son never goes down
from a passionate, prolific iconoclasm where you’ll find
nonillionsXnonillionsXnonillionsXnonillionsX… of
deluxe-HTTP [<- pi] opportunities for excitement BTW.
Do it. Do the deed, dude. Sign into the Big House.
High, girl!
ReplyDeleteWhile I realize my penname is quite morbid, yet,
you shall find in our blogs a gobba (subliminal) moxie
which has taken this mortal sinner yeeeeers to compile:
I lay it ALL out for you, dear - neet-o, packaged, concise
(gotta lotta poetry, too).
Nevertheless, wouldn’t ya love an endless eternity
of aplomBombs falling on thy indelible cranium?
An XtraXcitinXpose with no
zooillogical-expiration-date,
with an IQ much higher than K2,
and an extraordinarily, anti-establishment victory??
Here’s what the exquisite, prolific GODy sed
(with an excellent bullshot detector):
“Faith, hope, and love,
the greatest of these is love -
jump into faith...
and you'll see with love”
Doesn’t matter if you don’t believe (what I write);
God believes in you.
Meet me Upstairs, girl, where the Son never goes down
from a passionate, prolific iconoclasm where you’ll find
nonillionsXnonillionsXnonillionsXnonillionsX… of
deluxe-HTTP [<- pi] opportunities for excitement BTW.
Do it. Do the deed, dude. Sign into the Big House.