So tell me, hon
Why was it the butterflies that exasperated your eyes?
The lines of your eyes becoming more defined as I look
My eyes belong no where yet they seek you
Was it the wings you barred that made you so astonishing?
That of feathers and bones, milk stained fingers, eyes of pearls dipped in milk chocolate and gaze that of a white tiger
Coming in all of nature's beauty, utmost of what was you
My memories slowly revolving, becoming frame after frame
Well, dissipate, craving the new
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deficiency of what
Mystery / Thrillermove on, move on, move on, move on, move on, move on, move on, move on, Drag your feet and hang your head low Make sure your hands are cold and your feet are bare Feel if your tongue is dry and your eyes are full of the saltiness of your body Fall a...
