You’re so fucking gorgeous
that my trained in flattery mind stutters
every time my eyes have an honour to ogle you
because that’s, my dear, what I constantly do.
You’re unbelievably magnificent
and there’s no realistic way to shake the awe
that you inspire in such an endearingly simple way
I was never one for settling but I don’t see me walking away.
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So in love with you I’m stuck
I lose myself each time we fuck
Intoxicated by your breath
Each night I die a little death
And lie unconscious, laid to waste
Sweetly poisoned by your taste
When morning comes I hear you sing
You are my world. My everything.
(whoops … the second line may be a little to graphic. But if you dangle a word ending in ‘uck’ in front of me then, what do you expect?)
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Until the hope fades out and dies,
The precious song tuns into cries.
You are the base of lucid scenes,
Alas, we love only in dreams.
(there’s a different state of happiness in having no expectations)
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I’m old and grey, my body’s shot
I cannot be what I am not
I cannot do as I’m inclined
So I live only in my mind
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The madness thrives there only just,
but you are there and if I must,
I’ll close my eyes and breath it in,
You’re not the worst that lived within.
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