There's
certain things that I adore
About him, I want nothing more
Than to silence the pain, wash it in the rain,
That turn-to-stone gaze, cast me away.
There's certain things uncalled for,
So rude and cold he looked, a soul so raw
I'll use this pen instead to draw
How streams of thought flow
Since he door-slammed every way
Of sight, speech or touch astray.
Years have passeth by, days in slow motion
There's nothing to hope for in an arctic ocean...
But fear the night when the mistress of chaos will rise
To avenge every butterfly lost, make him apologize.
Than to silence the pain, wash it in the rain,
That turn-to-stone gaze, cast me away.
There's certain things uncalled for,
So rude and cold he looked, a soul so raw
I'll use this pen instead to draw
How streams of thought flow
Since he door-slammed every way
Of sight, speech or touch astray.
Years have passeth by, days in slow motion
There's nothing to hope for in an arctic ocean...
But fear the night when the mistress of chaos will rise
To avenge every butterfly lost, make him apologize.
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