The Moon, I could swing
On a tightly knitted string
The Stars, I could Pull
From your eyes
Like the lies I hide beneath my tongue
Because for you, I have None
But for many, I have served a Kings meal
They sit full on lies and you, on truth
Who Is truely satisfied?
Deny me not the pleasures of your skin
My fingers dream to touch you again
I made a bargain w/the devil
Not to bargain w/your heart
Take my own in exchange for yours
W/you, Happieness seeps from the pores
Siren Eyes, What a silly sailor I am
Your beautiful browns are deeper than these ocean blues
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