Girls. Love. Smoke. Lingers.
If there was ever a girl who gave my heart a whirl it would be her.
Still hiding behind closed curtains.
Behind the vastness of dreams come true and never die.
Immortal sense of liberty.
That is the girl I want to have, that is the girl you give to me. As a gift, wrapped in a smoked dress. Fire twirling in her flesh. Her hair a coded mess. She will dance with me, the whole night long. Give me a kiss, on the cheek that was once so strong. Her words a silken mirror, reflecting the eyes of a prisoner unleashed.
That is the girl I want to meet.
But she still hides behind forgotten memories; Unspoiled by the treachery of what tomorrow brings. One day, she will grow up, move between houses and alleyways to find her path and I must let her go, be at peace that it will come to pass.
My beautiful girl in gifted dreams. She will get children that will see.
All that she is and all that she was. My beautiful girl in gifted dreams and by all means. I hope I will be the father. The companion who will strive for her affection.
Every day until the sun has seen every nook and cranny of her love to me. That will never die and I shall never lie. To the day I die will I be the man who drags her of her feet and makes love with her with my struggling heartbeat. I cough and I puff when I’m around her. She will be the titan in my blur. The stronghold of my strength, the line behind the casual mistakes I made. Because I will get stupid, as I have always been. Struggling to say words, I do not hide behind eyes that are keen. I will fall and forget why I’ve called. The mystery girl. Forever seems so far away. I want to bundle it and make it a lifetime of now, not give it away.
Now I will become older, wiser for the timeless love. A sense of forgiveness in the heaven above. Now is the time to wander, in the eyes of silence. Hearing the breath of years of blindness, slowly making way for the moment of kindness. With yourself and the time you live in, now is the time to give your heart some rest. Even if you cannot find this girl. Someday, someone, will come and ask you if there was a moment wherein you regret not having time left. And you say "no." because i have seen the eyes of the girl who gave me a whirl.
If there was ever a girl who gave my heart a whirl it would be her.
Still hiding behind closed curtains.
Behind the vastness of dreams come true and never die.
Immortal sense of liberty.
That is the girl I want to have, that is the girl you give to me. As a gift, wrapped in a smoked dress. Fire twirling in her flesh. Her hair a coded mess. She will dance with me, the whole night long. Give me a kiss, on the cheek that was once so strong. Her words a silken mirror, reflecting the eyes of a prisoner unleashed.
That is the girl I want to meet.
But she still hides behind forgotten memories; Unspoiled by the treachery of what tomorrow brings. One day, she will grow up, move between houses and alleyways to find her path and I must let her go, be at peace that it will come to pass.
My beautiful girl in gifted dreams. She will get children that will see.
All that she is and all that she was. My beautiful girl in gifted dreams and by all means. I hope I will be the father. The companion who will strive for her affection.
Every day until the sun has seen every nook and cranny of her love to me. That will never die and I shall never lie. To the day I die will I be the man who drags her of her feet and makes love with her with my struggling heartbeat. I cough and I puff when I’m around her. She will be the titan in my blur. The stronghold of my strength, the line behind the casual mistakes I made. Because I will get stupid, as I have always been. Struggling to say words, I do not hide behind eyes that are keen. I will fall and forget why I’ve called. The mystery girl. Forever seems so far away. I want to bundle it and make it a lifetime of now, not give it away.
Now I will become older, wiser for the timeless love. A sense of forgiveness in the heaven above. Now is the time to wander, in the eyes of silence. Hearing the breath of years of blindness, slowly making way for the moment of kindness. With yourself and the time you live in, now is the time to give your heart some rest. Even if you cannot find this girl. Someday, someone, will come and ask you if there was a moment wherein you regret not having time left. And you say "no." because i have seen the eyes of the girl who gave me a whirl.
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