It pales in comparison,
the parchment holding you
The lines seem unsuspecting as,
they trace your eyes of blue
The flowing robe of crimson,
lays draped around your thighs
as breezy as a hurricane,
your voice leaves no surprise
A brainwashing, or maybe that,
that leaves a darker stain,
The angel that arrives one day,
may bring you only pain
We look toward the future as,
our glasses hold the past
we run away from that we know,
might be the things that last
We learn a little as we walk,
the pathways that we choose,
sometimes the things weve learned one way,
are those we strive to lose
The parchment holds a split second,
it's too bad it can't change,
The beauty of the you remains,
flowing through your veins
We take a journey to the place,
we find comfort and peace,
My appetite for life and love,
continues to increase
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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