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Expressive Self. (Ominous) Date: 09/29/04 Time: 3:00 PM |
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I've been feeling strange, adapting, old habits don't mean the same as they once use to. Officially declared in a state of change, for you I speak through the press of flesh to the black key. Alphabetically format our lead to simply leave what ever use to be us behind. Progression is where our future awaits for us to smart up enough to make it there in time. Were too much alike to waste time on arguing about not being the same, you store the egg I aid to fertilize. You prepare to give the birth; I work and sweat so we can live the life. I've realized that you and I is where the truth of self evolutions truly lies. I've never had what I have with you until now. And never will I have enough will to let the love I've farmed with you just die off. To death nourishment as dry as the earth, the rain just wants to care for her. Bracing winds barrier, shoving off anything that stands too near her. Touch sensory, electrical message delivered by your own personal majestic hands. With out failing to mention that they're brown. I've stayed in sight long enough to know where to aim, production of your bodies natural moisture, can I pull aside to pump an order. Your hate, your disappointment, your mirth, your tears, when you're ecstatic, sad massively over populated out run with emotions. Open and vulnerable, shield and protected, blind but loved, aware but in doubt. You still taste the same to me, you think amazingly and sometimes carried off. Physically filthy, intentions are perfectly clean. We've both had our fair share of black splashed into the white, were no longer singular, we can spawn a new form of color. A tasteful canvas, brilliant and radiant approached it in a team manner. Now that we share more then just a common bond in which we can relate. Breaking doors as if an emergency occurred. Swimming out to sea, only to let the spectators believe, we've never given in. They'll never understand our search is far to complicated, I at time have trouble understanding its nature. The laughs that we share: genuinely created to fit our circumstance. Care for a drink, while we watch the surface shadow dance present events. And exchange comments until our eyelids fly delta. Submerged in sleep and still in dreams we equally genuflect, partner astral projection. Hold my hand and we can fly over any colored patterns or numerical skies. I'm founded the same, I'm constant, I'm created from what you want, I'm constant. Two birds of different species, destined to find a way to fly and migrate the thought falls under godly. One too soar the other to never abandon, a commitment to manage.
Underground Music · Fri Feb 25, 2005 @ 08:04pm · 0 Comments |
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