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Between each set of words I prose I take a moment Shut eyes, life closed My mind escapes to a deeper place, where only we exist.
The sky above is ripe with love and free for our liking ans tasting. Plus according to my hero the limitations are null/zero. So it's a matter of plight When we take our flight You're the one with wings.
I long to pick the fruit from the sky that matches the color of sunsets in your eyes. Between kisses of pure sunshine that defy the laws of the settling night I take turns with you, sharing the first bite.
We glide effortlessly, as though our existence was pre-composed by a prodigal musician centuries dead. Our flight now is the physical manifest of his trance that set his mind to write his lovers Sonata. And we, his melody.
I dream of strawberry kisses and being inside your arms.
Between each set of words I prose I take a moment Shut eyes, life closed My mind escapes to a deeper place, where only we exist.
The sky above is ripe with love and free for our liking ans tasting. Plus according to my hero the limitations are null/zero. So it's a matter of plight When we take our flight You're the one with wings.
I long to pick the fruit from the sky that matches the color of sunsets in your eyes. Between kisses of pure sunshine that defy the laws of the settling night I take turns with you, sharing the first bite.
We glide effortlessly, as though our existence was pre-composed by a prodigal musician centuries dead. Our flight now is the physical manifest of his trance that set his mind to write his lovers Sonata. And we, his melody.
I dream of strawberry kisses and being inside your arms.