Flower Under Star
Wednesday, 29 October 2008 at 22:22
I’m painting my pages
Taking a walk in my head
You complain about your wages
Let’s talk about you and me instead
Broken words our kaleidoscope
Which no one else understands
Blooming flower in the night our hope
It’s in our minds that we hold hands
My masculine protector
Communion over lust
A nebula on the river
That vision shared between us
Linking chains of our future
I’ll never leave you behind
Every day a bond we nurture
We’re two of a kind
They speak of you all the time
They wonder why we’re close
They hope we lose our rhyme
A secret whole in the cosmos
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