Same shades of gray dabbled lithely to lighten up my obscurity; a tab of red may give life color, but never gloss over that smirk you bring in my eyes.
To lighten up my obscurity, a tab of red smeared across your cheek. This taste; that smirk you bring in my eyes another time. Fate could never be so off.
Smeared across you cheek, this taste is wrongly due, but kiss me prettiest another time. Fate could never be, so off down the way we eclipse. This undertone
is wrongly due, but kiss me. Prettiest is the portrait we’ll never have living on down the way. We eclipse this undertone swearing we never came together. Wearing
is the portrait we’ll never have. Living on may give life color but never gloss over swearing we never came together wearing same shades of gray dabbled lithely.
Lovers Never Tell · Wed Oct 22, 2008 @ 08:52am · 0 Comments |