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Drifting eyes
Drifting eyes
Influenced by sharp glances,
She pours her heart out,
Over glasses
Stacked in patterns,
That fountain
The few tiers cut it short
As he knocks one down and it floods the floor,
The table cloth, turns red,
No one minds the stains
Cos the décor’ binds
And a show like this,
Is hard to find
She’s got an hour worthy, outcome
It’ll run until he stops
It’ll flood until she drops
Now the room is getter hot,
When the table turns, the glasses will swirl
Fitting their tastes, both shaken and stirred,
Bitter but blessed,
Dressed in their best
If only we could all have
An audience
to applaud
The sadness
Not a way to be,
Not a way to live
pouring her heart out,
Coz’ she’s got nothing left to give,
And he’s got an audience
to applaud
The sadness
She’s got, a new beginning for your,
Peripheral vision,
She’s got in’s, with every boy and girl in town
With her differences aside,
She’s a difficult delight,
And she aspires to
Entice you
With little
time,
And a priceless view.
But never did she understand,
Embittered logic
Holding hands.
Cos she wants to make the best,
And she can’t get that full dressed
Inspire me,
Retire you,
He’s got his own smell,
And I’ll wake rested by his side
You don’t appreciate it,
Alike to those who go in blind.
It’s not a test or an intuition,
Cos’ life gives you much decision
Will we die? Without love in our plight
Will you fall,
A new kind of feat
Entirely because of me
Turn it down
Down
Off
Influenced by sharp glances,
She pours her heart out,
Over glasses
Stacked in patterns,
That fountain
The few tiers cut it short
As he knocks one down and it floods the floor,
The table cloth, turns red,
No one minds the stains
Cos the décor’ binds
And a show like this,
Is hard to find
She’s got an hour worthy, outcome
It’ll run until he stops
It’ll flood until she drops
Now the room is getter hot,
When the table turns, the glasses will swirl
Fitting their tastes, both shaken and stirred,
Bitter but blessed,
Dressed in their best
If only we could all have
An audience
to applaud
The sadness
Not a way to be,
Not a way to live
pouring her heart out,
Coz’ she’s got nothing left to give,
And he’s got an audience
to applaud
The sadness
She’s got, a new beginning for your,
Peripheral vision,
She’s got in’s, with every boy and girl in town
With her differences aside,
She’s a difficult delight,
And she aspires to
Entice you
With little
time,
And a priceless view.
But never did she understand,
Embittered logic
Holding hands.
Cos she wants to make the best,
And she can’t get that full dressed
Inspire me,
Retire you,
He’s got his own smell,
And I’ll wake rested by his side
You don’t appreciate it,
Alike to those who go in blind.
It’s not a test or an intuition,
Cos’ life gives you much decision
Will we die? Without love in our plight
Will you fall,
A new kind of feat
Entirely because of me
Turn it down
Down
Off
Published 12th Mar 2013
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