I've never been one for a great venture
For fear
Of hearing wind rushing in my ears
You make orients patterns out of your lies
To keep hidden in your disguise
A shame, really,
How many believe you
So close your eyes
The world breaths you in
Taking, taking, taking
And when there's nothing less
They turn their knives on you
Of course, they shouldn’t have expected less
I'm sorry
For lacking in nothing
But courage
To help you reside
Upon a dark lake
To where you will take pride
Till the end, you are immortal
Trying to break the surface
Toujours, tu est mon petit mort
Dear child, without youth
Your seas are trembling
Cold air shoots inside me
I'm on my knees
My brain rattling in my unbroken skull
In the end all we're left with is bruised skin
For I remember the day
I let the wind caress my rib cage
And let it rap me in it's haze
My eyes grew in size
From the climb not the gaze
And now
I understand your white rabbit lies
Sing me a lullaby
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Author:
Habibi (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
C'est bon. Trés bon.
Merci beaucoup monsieur!
Wow!!!
Thanks!!!
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