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A piece of notebook paper, tattooed with importance and value, is the trophy of worries and efforts toward love
Your underlying passions will surface like traps brewing urges
My eyes strip the paper of its concepts, leaving its secrets leaking out like aborted organs slit from the underbelly of rank sewerage manes
My tongue is moist with the torn edges of what used to be a monarch
Written on my tongue is a song
It is inhaled until it catches the tails of my voice
My voice whispers:
Give me the tools to stretch the pores of your security and I will instill the glues of stability into your vacant name
The long locks of mistrust, plastered with silver, we intruded by the embrace of unexposed promises, warm with youth.
Stiff tongues and wordless thoughts were thrown aside
Cast into the traits of another shy kid with more freckles than passionate conversations
Ropes hang from branches of intimacy and tuck under the skin of a dancer cursed without rhythm
Soaking in glass tap shoes, here lies the heart.
It is the church of emotions
The bank of your feelings
It shares hands
My heart is trapped by my decisions; It feels what my brain stretches my mouth to say I feel
I feel the strings whipping at my shedding wounds on my wrists
Drawing gashes on my nerves, causing them to regurgitate my hidden elixir.
I used to feel protected by those words
Now I am parched, left with a thirst to swallow them
She accepted my secrets just so that she could distort them with deceit
She was not pleasured by my feelings, so she injected poisonous lies with every kiss she planted on the creases of my lips
This caused confusion
It caused me to question the paper that was filled with the things I once knew.
Your fate is not clasped by the brutality of destiny's promises
Find the right person to give this paper
Be aware of my mistakes
I'm enslaved by the terrible decisions I've made that were drowned by lust and branded with a muffled cry
I've been contemplating my naivety and I was left to ask:
Where are you now, my love?
I pushed her away with the same methods she used to pull me into her
I need time to incinerate the chains with the lethal breaths of father time, so that I can be released from this confusion.
Don't write a love letter unless you know the person you're writing to isn't hiding behind the venom of the snake's threat
Wait in the womb, protected by innocence's nectar that swells in life's voluptuous breast like you did before you met her

Description
A piece of notebook paper, tattooed with importance and value, is the trophy of worries and efforts toward love
Your underlying passions will surface like traps brewing urges
My eyes strip the paper of its concepts, leaving its secrets leaking out like aborted organs slit from the underbelly of rank sewerage manes
My tongue is moist with the torn edges of what used to be a monarch
Written on my tongue is a song
It is inhaled until it catches the tails of my voice
My voice whispers:
Give me the tools to stretch the pores of your security and I will instill the glues of stability into your vacant name
The long locks of mistrust, plastered with silver, we intruded by the embrace of unexposed promises, warm with youth.
Stiff tongues and wordless thoughts were thrown aside
Cast into the traits of another shy kid with more freckles than passionate conversations
Ropes hang from branches of intimacy and tuck under the skin of a dancer cursed without rhythm
Soaking in glass tap shoes, here lies the heart.
It is the church of emotions
The bank of your feelings
It shares hands
My heart is trapped by my decisions; It feels what my brain stretches my mouth to say I feel
I feel the strings whipping at my shedding wounds on my wrists
Drawing gashes on my nerves, causing them to regurgitate my hidden elixir.
I used to feel protected by those words
Now I am parched, left with a thirst to swallow them
She accepted my secrets just so that she could distort them with deceit
She was not pleasured by my feelings, so she injected poisonous lies with every kiss she planted on the creases of my lips
This caused confusion
It caused me to question the paper that was filled with the things I once knew.
Your fate is not clasped by the brutality of destiny's promises
Find the right person to give this paper
Be aware of my mistakes
I'm enslaved by the terrible decisions I've made that were drowned by lust and branded with a muffled cry
I've been contemplating my naivety and I was left to ask:
Where are you now, my love?
I pushed her away with the same methods she used to pull me into her
I need time to incinerate the chains with the lethal breaths of father time, so that I can be released from this confusion.
Don't write a love letter unless you know the person you're writing to isn't hiding behind the venom of the snake's threat
Wait in the womb, protected by innocence's nectar that swells in life's voluptuous breast like you did before you met her