mrmystic

A poem i wrote tonight:

Now i`m about to stumble again for shure
The red
The glimz of bliss i crave to kiss
And then the mystery- The beautiful scare
The blue
The tear behind the flirt you share
A fragile little pearl

So is it this way you want me?
Like a tease you can hide in
Like a glass of vine you can ride in
The purple
The other language our hearts hide
Tell me did the black horses we ride
know you well
Like the little drop of time
where i saw into your shell