Page being worked on :D sit tight!!
My eyes hunger so much more then my stomach.
My eyes hunger so much more then my stomach.
Thirst, Ravishing sound, kisses my ear, and the sky can always hear the snapping of his smiling fingers. I drink from the fountain; the pond of dreams, for the light is bluer than me. I drink! You always have a smile of laughter on your face, May I be the cause? I line up color, and thought, for what do I do with the four lettered word dancing on my brow? Control my legs to confine me in movement; I will dance if you sing. How she speaks to her love in third person sends his spine shivers of affection! Affection not wasted on those of minor knowing, knowing of the sound, the soul. Chase me, for I won’t stop until you catch me. I drink from the goblet which solicits ads for profit! DRINK! Today looks as though the arrival of his battered yet praised named will be delayed. I am Hungry for you thoughts, spoken aloud. Close my eyes, for fear of sneezing. Smile? Yes, do so for I am the cause. Yet most definitely the cure! You are my moonlight, reworded for the ego, the sleeps in my mind; I despise the frowns given off by hate, the loathing feeling, given off by commercial minds of this lustrous era! So much potential, so much more thirst, for I drink to strive! If I were to renounce, then dehydration, shall sing to my lips. Love me, Drink with me, dance! Dance with me…
Messages from the Martian of Music!
-Sera
Thirst, Ravishing sound, kisses my ear, and the sky can always hear the snapping of his smiling fingers. I drink from the fountain; the pond of dreams, for the light is bluer than me. I drink! You always have a smile of laughter on your face, May I be the cause? I line up color, and thought, for what do I do with the four lettered word dancing on my brow? Control my legs to confine me in movement; I will dance if you sing. How she speaks to her love in third person sends his spine shivers of affection! Affection not wasted on those of minor knowing, knowing of the sound, the soul. Chase me, for I won’t stop until you catch me. I drink from the goblet which solicits ads for profit! DRINK! Today looks as though the arrival of his battered yet praised named will be delayed. I am Hungry for you thoughts, spoken aloud. Close my eyes, for fear of sneezing. Smile? Yes, do so for I am the cause. Yet most definitely the cure! You are my moonlight, reworded for the ego, the sleeps in my mind; I despise the frowns given off by hate, the loathing feeling, given off by commercial minds of this lustrous era! So much potential, so much more thirst, for I drink to strive! If I were to renounce, then dehydration, shall sing to my lips. Love me, Drink with me, dance! Dance with me…
Messages from the Martian of Music!
-Sera
He bids my hands to the thorns…
He bids my hands to the thorns…
Behest my fingerprints, to the garden. Smiles taint the ground of above. Because he is biological, does that make him loving? Because he is biological, does that make up for him making an ass of our name? The name I now no longer honor, unless with shame. Shall we scrape the sky with your mighty palms of rejection? I beg to forgive his illness, and his receiving blue eyes, shifting the clouds. I doubt the, do not’s and do’s, for you have been the most helpful clue as to achieving happiness. I hear the beating!! If I stop moving the feet of awareness, will I cease to be less aware? Nay, I would rather be aware, even if it was of fear, what do I fear, you ask? Ahh, windows, is your answer, piercing windows, but only when night has fallen on the trees and my living space is light as if a white Christmas fell through. WINDOWS, YES! I fear the viewing of blind sight. For when the light of living is shining, it over powers, the dark of trees, smiling. I blame him biological, NOT. I blame the mind box, of moving pictures. Do you think kindly to understanding? Understanding, as in standing under the world! Not your world of viewing, but a world of hearing. OBSTRUCK my feelings, wait, you have done so, and light has fallen as Christmas snow. Beautiful.
Biologically I feel more, than he felt leaving.
Luckily, I found a man with no ties to blood, unless with chains of sickness.
But I, oh so love him.
The feeling of revealed tears.
Good evening,
Sera
Behest my fingerprints, to the garden. Smiles taint the ground of above. Because he is biological, does that make him loving? Because he is biological, does that make up for him making an ass of our name? The name I now no longer honor, unless with shame. Shall we scrape the sky with your mighty palms of rejection? I beg to forgive his illness, and his receiving blue eyes, shifting the clouds. I doubt the, do not’s and do’s, for you have been the most helpful clue as to achieving happiness. I hear the beating!! If I stop moving the feet of awareness, will I cease to be less aware? Nay, I would rather be aware, even if it was of fear, what do I fear, you ask? Ahh, windows, is your answer, piercing windows, but only when night has fallen on the trees and my living space is light as if a white Christmas fell through. WINDOWS, YES! I fear the viewing of blind sight. For when the light of living is shining, it over powers, the dark of trees, smiling. I blame him biological, NOT. I blame the mind box, of moving pictures. Do you think kindly to understanding? Understanding, as in standing under the world! Not your world of viewing, but a world of hearing. OBSTRUCK my feelings, wait, you have done so, and light has fallen as Christmas snow. Beautiful.
Biologically I feel more, than he felt leaving.
Luckily, I found a man with no ties to blood, unless with chains of sickness.
But I, oh so love him.
The feeling of revealed tears.
Good evening,
Sera
I don’t believe this feeling is counterfeited?
I don’t believe this feeling is counterfeited?
Could I be competent of pretending the smiles? Am I talented in a new form of false sketches of life…? You give, I take, never fake gratitude, for all the you are to me. I was and should be born a non-believer but you converted my heart, and dressed up my head…Difference! My love for your eyes are nor blue, but with feeling, I do tell, agreement. This too, is a sign of affection worth no words. Shall you take me to dance? Beside me you dance. In front of me you smile. Behind me you whisper, the footsteps of song. Nothing nor anything shall take sleep of you and I. My sweet, I hear the sights, as you feel my heart beat slow. Slow for your calming eyes, of blue, no color. My dear, I will stay near, for fear, of distance. Distance of sound.
Dance with the stars, sing with mars, and the moon, to sleep.
I love you deep. Beside you, in front of you, behind you, I love you deep.
Love the pass time of seeking. CORRECT! Sleep, Love. Sleep…
My dear,
Sera
Could I be competent of pretending the smiles? Am I talented in a new form of false sketches of life…? You give, I take, never fake gratitude, for all the you are to me. I was and should be born a non-believer but you converted my heart, and dressed up my head…Difference! My love for your eyes are nor blue, but with feeling, I do tell, agreement. This too, is a sign of affection worth no words. Shall you take me to dance? Beside me you dance. In front of me you smile. Behind me you whisper, the footsteps of song. Nothing nor anything shall take sleep of you and I. My sweet, I hear the sights, as you feel my heart beat slow. Slow for your calming eyes, of blue, no color. My dear, I will stay near, for fear, of distance. Distance of sound.
Dance with the stars, sing with mars, and the moon, to sleep.
I love you deep. Beside you, in front of you, behind you, I love you deep.
Love the pass time of seeking. CORRECT! Sleep, Love. Sleep…
My dear,
Sera
