quinta-feira, 21 de março de 2013

She picked wedlock

Go and sit down smile stapled
Adoring
What mode of flirt embraced
What smell of the skin
What yet on the tongue to taste

Look up my arms spread
Your upper lip curves to meets the nose as your eyes meet mine
Like the girl who finds me out of line
Truth of your approval
In compliments you insinuate

For the girl that let me down last week now there´s you
You sit at the table spreading that smile like butter
I count the lines in it
I count your mine in it
Hopes are costly, deep lust applied for free

Yet you´ve a ring some man at home
Yes some old dream on that finger
So tell me why your eyes shine when I arrive
Your body language shouts, your mouth sings

Just tell me what should I imagine

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