Friday, November 25, 2011

You're the nose on my bullet, the trigger on my gun. You're the sandbank in the ocean, oxygen in my blood. You're the fastest of the fish, you're the prickliest pear, you're a chameleon in the night, you're the sahara's sun glare. You're my mind's rest, you're the strings on my guitar, you're the wax in my moustache, the keys to my car.
You're the magical mermaid's hollowed illusion. You cool them, fool them, and they hope so much, and you let them down, and you watch from your rock, and your heart beats fast as you watch theirs stop.
I will keep on loving, cause I believe in love. I don't mind dying, if you follow me up.
Your victory's your defeat, your head above your heart. Only the brave surrender. Death cannot tear us apart.
Well my smile is wider than your's when we meet. And the winter is colder for me underneath. And I know that you glow from the inside out. You can keep it for yourself, and I'll go without.
Well you're the Oscar Wilde short stories in my bookcase, you're positively 4th street isolated in my itunes. You’re the word in the dictionary that I can't spell, can't describe, can't put in a sentence but use all the time.
Well, I wish we were animals free of loves games. I wish we were snails with really big shells. I wish I was a lion, I'd be king of the wild. I'd command all the beasts to carry you when you're tired.
I'm the elephant in the circus. Oh, you're my trainer. You'd never let me go, but if you did I would stay here. In love there is freedom, but it must be returned. There must be sacrifice, love must be learnt.
A donkey, a mule, a lifetime of work. In death he rests his head from his reins, no burden to bare, but work left him lame. And the lion on the mountain chased from his pride, his lioness stolen, his rival survives. The sound of his cubs in death are dim. He knows his world well, no pain can defeat him.
Wild horses in the wilderness, will know no journey home. Well my love is locked in chains, the lion walks alone. Nature is cruel, but he knows it's his home.
He to his demons, and you to your own. Please let me stand by you, and we'll conquer them all. We will conquer them all.
-King Charles

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