Sacred Hearts
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Worn through gloomy cold figures, painting sheets of ocean waves. Pride has forsaken our pending passions. The bridge towards an unknown sensation lay beneath the light we embodied at birth. Sunken spaces often offer depth to misery but the night still shivers cold.
Most highs don't last and the moonlight was never bright enough to illuminate holiness blooming in our perishable appetites. Until the morning, suspend your disbelief and enter the void of no space but love. Falling deeper, hymns of quenched breath explore the cosmos. From creation the lucid leaf dances to the patterns of growing winds.
Sun kissed skin, unwashed sins
Gone with the wind
The trees of life put my mind at ease
Fingers caressing the hair of my queen
Fiends for a little dose of intimacy
But is it really?
Did we move too quickly
Cursed beginnings and unattended promises
Our bittersweet joy the driving force to these false starts
Transparent scarecrows
Watching on with uncertain eyes
That got bullied by pleasures of my alter ego too often.
An excuse to cover un-healing war wounds
Blissful pride rests on my sleeve, for proof
So the world sees where my love has bruised
Perhaps we should have taken it slow
Learnt to appreciate the sensation more
Humming soothing ballads to mend your broken heart
Temporary healings to make up for the absent feeling
Counting droplets from the hissing syringes
The taste of chaos has never been so moist
Bad Apples harbouring cruel intentions
CONT'D. WITHIN
Judgmental cunts. Your worries feed the inbound threat of solitude. No longer do we speak the same pain or laugh our mistakes away. Time has left an imprint on the medals of shame we both carry.
Stand within your self and not seek refuge, expand the moment into farther dimensions. Waking our senses to the symbols the morning birds translate.
Poisoned minds neglect the vitality our hearts busk within. Sticks and stones tend to suffocate the drive willing to see the feeling grow.
Worn through gloomy cold figures, painting sheets of ocean waves. Pride has forsaken our pending passions. The bridge towards an unknown sensation lay beneath the light we embodied at birth. Sunken spaces often offer depth to misery but the night still shivers cold.
Most highs don't last and the moonlight was never bright enough to illuminate holiness blooming in our perishable appetites. Until the morning, suspend your disbelief and enter the void of no space but love. Falling deeper, hymns of quenched breath explore the cosmos. From creation the lucid leaf dances to the patterns of growing winds.
Sun kissed skin, unwashed sins
Gone with the wind
The trees of life put my mind at ease
Fingers caressing the hair of my queen
Fiends for a little dose of intimacy
But is it really?
Did we move too quickly
Cursed beginnings and unattended promises
Our bittersweet joy the driving force to these false starts
Transparent scarecrows
Watching on with uncertain eyes
That got bullied by pleasures of my alter ego too often.
An excuse to cover un-healing war wounds
Blissful pride rests on my sleeve, for proof
So the world sees where my love has bruised
Perhaps we should have taken it slow
Learnt to appreciate the sensation more
Humming soothing ballads to mend your broken heart
Temporary healings to make up for the absent feeling
Counting droplets from the hissing syringes
The taste of chaos has never been so moist
Bad Apples harbouring cruel intentions
CONT'D. WITHIN
Judgmental cunts. Your worries feed the inbound threat of solitude. No longer do we speak the same pain or laugh our mistakes away. Time has left an imprint on the medals of shame we both carry.
Stand within your self and not seek refuge, expand the moment into farther dimensions. Waking our senses to the symbols the morning birds translate.
Poisoned minds neglect the vitality our hearts busk within. Sticks and stones tend to suffocate the drive willing to see the feeling grow.