roses grow from a stem planted in the mix of soil and abrasion tended by hands of mercurial conjecture in a midnight garden. precociousness is cute on little boys you whisper in the ears of lovers, precociousness is deadly to lesser men you write across palms of desire. violets grow from a steeple that houses the horses that buck and bray, their heaving and lather fertilizing the slopes running through the trails in midnight stardom. patience is cute on lesser devils i whisper in the ears of desire, patience is perfect for a man to write across his lover.
roses grow from a stem
planted in the
mix of soil and
abrasion
tended by
hands of
mercurial conjecture
in a midnight
garden.
precociousness is cute
on little boys
you whisper in the ears of
lovers,
precociousness is deadly
to lesser men
you write across palms of
desire.
violets grow from a steeple
that houses the horses
that buck and bray,
their heaving and lather
fertilizing the slopes
running through
the trails in midnight
stardom.
patience is cute
on lesser devils
i whisper in the ears of
desire,
patience is perfect
for a man
to write across his
lover.