Waited for your rhythms But our tunes were out of sync Maybe the next song.
Melodic Date

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Waited for your rhythms But our tunes were out of sync Maybe the next song.
Melodic Date
Rose tinted glasses Not just perfect for lovers First for winter sports.
Rose Glasses
Softness of your hair Reminds me I do not mind What brand your shampoo.
Softness
Lovers in distance A safe world of whispered charms: You were stargazing.
Far Lovers
Only your tears and The wish of who they should been To hold you tonight.
Hold You
Just in case you needed it today: You are beautiful.
Beautiful
You’re allowed to love Imperfections and failed acts Whispered one wise dove.
Dove Teacher
She asked me what kind of nights do I like. Those lonely quiet ones In which I sit at the top of the world And let the night breathe a new soul into me.
Not So Lonely Nights
You have to craft a world for yourself. The one you can breathe in.
Words The River Brought
I wrote you into clouds By tears of sleepless nights Now go Disappear
Disappear
The night coated me In its soft slow velvet waves Of quiet being.
The Night
Once upon a times a friend, Right now setting stupid trends, Recs me action like on TV screens For real life useless schemes. And that fanning of vamp guys That are creepy to all stars Real life, pale criminal Real life don’t got vamps, pal. He says I am overthinking it all Wasn’t thinking when I ran into a wall Maybe, I was, where was he I had places to damn be. Next on rants lane are the stones That fuck you up and break bones And blisters and how you puke Injuries for different rook. Oops, that flashbacks, life on run Not seeing from too hot sun But this buddy’s biggest worry Is that sun makes old vamps sorry. I try hard to get to his lane IMDB to keep sane But those movies still too much Rage for how they’re out of touch. And then do not get me started On those fucks that take them for granted And for dirty inspirations On how to make forceful relations. Real life, can’t shoot a thug Sorry, Castle, out of luck And robbing banks, not even on Friday You would be clapped the same Sunday. Gotta quit this writing quick Back to other: My own flick.
Movies
Years long said phrases Finally started being The home you longed for.
Home
Somewhere between us Still wander the particles Of lights we once shone.
Lights
You cage your demons. They won't stop talking to you; But you'll stop minding.
Caging Demons
Daily nutrition: Veggies, hearts and getting it Really wasn't you.
Nutrition
Silence, too, Sits and screams - For once true Dying dreams.
Silence