my boy goes abroad
he isn´t scare of life
he takes my hand
and offers me the world
my baby cooks for me
waits till i`m hungry
he goes insane
when i don´t take a bite
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I know that you're an artist, the hardest one to deal with. Everything you conceal is revealed on your canvas. You find all of your ugly meanings in the things I find beautiful. Do you see the fall is coming? You painted me in pastel, colors that don't tell of any boldness. That's the way you'd love to see me: so delicate, so weak, so little purpose. Your eyes are black so cold, they're so imperfect. They see a sleeping world, where waking isn't worth it. How, can you live without your lies?
Lovely
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