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The Three Wise MenThe First:The Three Wise Men
Wise enough to believe in feeling
Blonde ambition in his priestly steps, this golden sprig is often mistaken for an ancient soul. His unyielding hope masks naivety in what looks eerily close to perseverance. Willingly pouring his past into homely hands looking for a fix of the faith he’s all drugged up on.
There’s an expiration date chiseled into that influence because eagerness is not eternally appealing and acceptance is synonymous with settling.
cafeteria believers can’t be served the same precious positivity for too long.
because the world is turning t
by ~adoreitdollface
borrowedits your eyes today 'as you thoughtfully thumb through your hair' a blistering melody, sitting soft in a spoon before bloated lips pursed and parting on repeat before a still elixir a satin night 'my voice shakes along with my hands' dragging through rain drops and tasting plastic luminescence the spark laughed and the wires cut the corners to where literal sleeps sweet child of humanity, rest your head on reality tomorrow tonight is for dreaming let my words weigh down on your powdered lids enrapture in the sweet serenades of sleep take heart, its my time now he’llborrowed
by ~adoreitdollface
i can only write sex poemsv1. ivory and alabaster tonighti can only write sex poems
save your fingers for the keys don’t need letters because i have notes
loud enough to taste the screams
my heart strings are fine baby plucked and playing as you ride play me something to sing to
and maybe i’ll sing you something alive
Chorus. sustain my allegro and ill maintain your intrigue
the sound of my crushendo will make you believe
v2. the second hand is heavy
frame muted rhythm with soft lips
playing me up right
morning welcomes heavy hips &nb
by ~adoreitdollface
the cement is sappingi am gravel’s guest tonight he welcomes me to the other sidethe cement is sapping
domicile of my love
only dusted in living
hymns sang through the weighted silence
just above the strain and debonair that threw me
his lithe fingers converged with strings that tied him down feet from freedom and worlds away rediscover real, when love lets you sleep
the ground is nice, but i know where i reside
mine may be a pedestal but his is a throne
ask me and i’ll tell of his soul through his eyes but tonight they are more than i can handle
i haven’t been bashful in years
by ~adoreitdollface
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