Does the wind blow wisdom? The very essence of us inhaling exhaling over a textbook of irrelevant bullshit...
Can love be taught?
The golden age of emotions rotting on the sleeves of nose wipers
The naive bleed from a thousand wounds
But they never break..
You're the first to come close to the dilapidation of my heart
Ive been bent a couple times
Remembering is forgetting in my eyes.
I can hear your flesh scream as we touch
Your face leaving cold stares in my mind
But the clock is erased & Time passes at the memory of my nude blinks.
So I cover my eyes I can't bare to see another exposed moan
As my corruption drizzle down her innocent bones
The sky may taste sweet but how would I know if I never stick my tongue out
I run out of options
We walk away from solutions
So the desperate creativity is what really
Destroys us.
Making a mockery out of LOVE.
days fade away like the fumes of the future
& we only grow old according to the friction of wear on our flesh.
but all this is looked at as minor when our soul mate spends every hour
walking with us on the cold streets of HELL dodging the reaper
because they bring us new life everyday....
the candle is lit but the fire doesn't always burn
who helps keep your flame forever torched
are they the reason you're wealthy
do they bring you riches? -Booga
