Fuems of elegance

Fearful of my own greatness my past shadens the pages in wich I've read not giving up I cry sometimes to bring shine on the twigs that are in my spine the ability to pull away I lack but makes up with a heart that can't be torn apart i use these words as signal of gratitude in rooms equipped with dusty brooms and mops that leaves tracks of dirty foot prints jumping over the great white fence hoping to get caught on the wood chips of flawlessness to catch wift of the perfumes my gift shall soon bloom and spread without hollowness Everyday isn't filled with the fuel that fills me a feild stuffed with harmony of your voice is where my paradise starts and thrives more when you awnser the phone stoned in my own low temperatures to reserve the good times that Glyde when I sigh better days are ahead as you sleep in the same bed as me cuddling with your ever so soft body often times leaves me liquifying for 24 hours the scent that's left in dent on her side of the bed fumigation starts when I lay down and turn my spirit on rest