Please buy some Sellotape on your way home In case your hair comes out when I pull it // Your eye liner was like black roses
By Chick Orlando3 years ago in Poets
I'd search for your love under rocks, far out in uncharted waters, I'd search the deepest and darkest places But I know in the end, I'd only ever find it in heaven
I will not apologise for my reaction to my circumstances I could've known better, used better discretion But I've never been able to take charge in this house,
You've earned your wings and baby it shows Who gave them to you? I gave them to you? That's what you say Swinging out of fog like a freight train with no breaks
Androgynous voice, indiscernible rhythm Patois of a life you wish was yours It is yours for the taking All eternity in absolute
Artists bathe in emotion And there's no pool I'd rather soak in than how I feel with her For too long I've been surrounded by dull shades of dismal greys, blues and browns
I reach with aching arms, Speak with pounding head, Stare blankly with blurry eyes and twist into life as it first happened
He's always going to or coming from Most recently riding upon the night train from Africa Rainbow country of identity Suffers no fools but cant help to greet them
I thought of a world where you and I were king and queen but we couldn't do anything Then I dreamt of a place where you and I were happy and there was nothing we could do about it
Each twisting visage is dressed in regal green and red and gold I often can't help but think what they mention of me My muse is arthritic and her wings are clipped, and this solstice is coming to a close
Small feet means small shoes, get free and get loose You must be smaller than you let on, it's that kind of insouciance that sets me off
South East, South West Keep my cards to my chest If you ask what to play I'll say the Joker Can't eat, too stressed But keep it light like a binder(vest)
