A Minute of Life
A minute of Life
Maybe one day ill get new pair of shoes
Truth and honesty last longer
The lonely guitar says Maybe one day I'll forget the blues
To the progression of jazz
Iam glue
Don't tell her she's beautiful
Sorry eyes
Perfect bouquet of
Quiet
Bounty decisive see through your
Playful abuse
We set the fire to the flame
My friend is a spider
My friend is a fly
They'll warn me when its time to go
When God removed the stairs
He left the stars
To another galaxy
There are made from Every tear drop ever shed
There's too much cam on this country hick
I can't slide with those city slicks
Life with no break .
Nothing worth the breaking of thought as apostrophe
They wouldn't even try
Will I know the time to change
If I free the rabbit
In my mind
The leaf smoke brings back childhood memories
Trite summer breeze
See the end
Youth return again
What saves me now
Will surely kill me later
Question nothing
This once young pale white skin girl
Dressed like an angel
Everytime or another
Abandoned beauty
Beauty for worth
Made it quiet
I don't want to hear it
Picnics on a blanket
The no secret
From an origin close to the heart
Love beats like a drum
Muse
I was content
To be contemporary
junk
Then I became jade
Next thing you know one morning I didn't wake up
I was dead
Iam dead
My Shimmering broken eyes have fallen from the skies
As far as the eye could see
As close as
Hard wired to your soul
I was there
Interesting beauty
Listening to
The glow in yourself
And then it was gone
A walk in the dark
Silence speaks
you were the thought
While some slept
We were the night
In age just being ourselves
20 years go by against the moments
Offering sweet glimpses of a family life
What a miracle anytime of the day
Creations influencing creations
Like a one minute life
We had such a hot summer
All seemed plain and simple
The road was burning
The lake was on fire
The perfect chance
You're the perfect accident
Two Earths smashed together Become the shape of a heart
Rising out at the corner of my eye
Man or machine
A labyrinth of finalist
Unlatch chains ripping and tearing
Voyage of the electric mentalist
A path that lives only for this trip
Tell me the good
Tell me the what of happy
Eyes greeting where would you go to start deceiving
Eyes will be leading
Give the soul it's feeding
Stand
The way you stand
Take the hit
Write a lyric
drop some beats
When all thats left
A vacuum on your hip
A face like a storybook
To be read at room temperature
More thoughts than space
Lean to the right
To stop it
Who has got fight left
We got to leave it to the young
We are just too strung out
Leave it to the young
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