Lyrics by Alisha Colbourne

The love I own

Genres: Pop

The particles that bring distress; inflame my ration and ploy. 

Mentioning gossip is an action to destroy rhythms. 

My voice is timid but my body shows signs of change.

Windows mask my level of hurt; but a task should note â€œnot toâ€ sing. 

When my imagination collects hostility; I'm reminded that I've lost all meaning in a sense of loss and regret. 

I can't allow the image to calculate; or to revise. I'm in a low and cannot uplift. 

Remembering a sound doesnâ€™t allow time to relate to one's appearance, yet voices paint words unevenly. 

I'm not recognizing the heart of a reckless spirit. I'm motioning my life in the position of glory and honour. I'm basking in the fear of the Lord.

My happy smile

Genres: Pop

When the bruises melt into a healing bond, I lose my nervous wrath that speaks no rhyme or reason. So I indulge in faith and communication; to overcome heartache.

When I cough up the courage to determine the onset of my thoughts; I realize that love has overcrowded my mind. I recognize the importance of wealth and action. I move to the way things are paid out for me. So I dance with grief and awareness.

When my advice towards an individual concludes there is absolutely nothing worth mentioning; my voice becomes partly to blame.

The blind will relax and the wisdom will overwork their meaning. So balance the difference; in between.

When Iâ€™m lost in a daze; more of myself cannot calculate the intensity of my misguided errors. So I dive into the lesser of my freedom.

When the increase of an item, reduces all that I own; more substance gathers.

When I wake up, Iâ€™m lost in a language unknown to the intense amount of madness that seeps into my being.

When I am no longer amused into the essence of creativity; things bend back and forth amongst denial.

When the breeze belongs to the undertow of sadness; my receives the glow of hardship.

Iâ€™m in the course of failure and defeat, so I am nothing without peace and guilt.

In the break of a movement, memories collide with trouble and second guess to determine the undoing of grief.

When Iâ€™d like to be liberated to count the mistakes Iâ€™ve made to reassure the outlook of a skill that lacks positivity in the weakness of my ultimate; reasoning for who I think I am.

Iâ€™m compelled to observe the recklessness of a thought that weighs heavy on my frail mind. The difference proceeds the emptiness of a heart filled with an accident.

Iâ€™m against the virtue of an regardless effect to smile in the sense of protecting the realm of honesty.

When I memorize the clearing of a pervasive obstacle; I am pretending to remember the voice that slowly convinces the debt that I owe.

When the magical reasoning links in between a heart surrounded by a flaw, no one promise can mean that safety can rule over logic.

The snowy mountain arrives in the blend of now and directly. So pronounce the many; to observe one another among the glances and the song.

When will I count on the start of a sentence to accomplish the dark and the light?

The pretend (magic) of a document reveals a trigger in which life exceeds death.

Tears are by itself in the back of a tailored thought; to extinguish the outcome of ridicule.

The unknown relates unto the opposite of fear and a substitute for love and curiosity.

When my imagination comes to an end; Iâ€™m transferred entirely by one thought to sustain my very own point of view.

The sky holds no limit but my heart shuts the door into my soul.

When Iâ€™m lost because people scare me; I relate to no one and grow angry. So I tell no one Iâ€™m upset, and my anger builds up.

Iâ€™m lost in the realm of insecurity and doubt but my mind controls the distance et of a behaviour which threads a hole in my decision making.

Iâ€™m in the shallow air spa cave of reluctance and virtue to determine my relief of despair.

Iâ€™m almost in the centre of a different routine that combines a lecture between the inner path of resilience.

Iâ€™m pretending not to submit my problems aloud; but determine that the outskirts of my thoughts run a mile into the different ideas that proceed my mind.

When I canâ€™t measure my authority or purpose; then I become lost among a true meeting of life and wanting.

Iâ€™m not always incoming with a voice of natural affection or of distance. But my calculations are more mindful than not.

Iâ€™m not in the middle of transition and in-between the notion of fear.

Iâ€™m in the great unknown of a truth telling feeling; amongst complaining.

Love is like a dance in front of the middle ground of a reason to shine forth. So I donâ€™t explore the secrets of despair and tolerate a loss of sanity.

When Iâ€™m in the mood to dance, I canâ€™t recall my own footing and stage.

Iâ€™m not the only one to reassure myself of a gripping emotion that sustains knowledge in the forward motion.

The last thing I need is to be dismissed from a moment of gratitude and loss.

I think I know but then I donâ€™t.

Iâ€™m not in the middle of an outburst, but in more of a formal battle against the heat of shame.

Iâ€™m dancing in the midst of failure; as one shows no temper; to be without

When I think nothing will overcome; Iâ€™m misguided in a realm of flawless suspicion. I love my name, but dislike the colour of my heart.

Iâ€™m lost in the centre of willingness, but proceed with caution unto the direction of loyalty. Iâ€™m not much of a singer, but my mind sings in the opposite direction.

When positivity collects dust and money spends at least the bare minimum. I canâ€™t relax without a frightened look, so I trust my own words and tease out the lies of an apprentice.

The middle of a storm connects the outlines of my heart. I donâ€™t persist to debate, the things that part. The clear day brings a feast of shame. And no one cares to blame.

The mistakes donâ€™t bother my thinking, as long as I have a thought that releases my energy towards a long wait. Many thoughts proceeded in a way my consciousness defines misery.

When the test disproves my altitude to reinsure my guide dance, Iâ€™m lost in the root of torment and torture.

Iâ€™m collecting resistance, and forming a motion. Told are my reasons, but brave are my rationalizations.

Doubt matters when you fell from a cliff. But sanity disproves reality.

Winning the game transcends virtue. But sinning in the rain, up stands loss.

To tell a story, you need a memory. But to sing a song, you need a heart that glows.

My name is bought, I canâ€™t be sought. Turn into a flaw, brought out of a movement.

When the meek pounce among the guarded mind set, and no trust can extinguish the bounty of an error; truth will override the meaning of a solid thought.

The beginning of a lapse in-between a courageous mark within the sound of the title, latches upon the side- ways look into an obstacle to make known of a glimpse riding among the future.

The meaning of an occurrence resembles the start of a heart beat that portrays confidence in the centre of hope and madness, to which the blind can see.

I love to boast about what I canâ€™t complete, and the meaning of a ruined accomplishment proves that the innermost fault be one's vague and useless. When I am unable to predict the uncertain act of pride and of something unsure to detect the announcement between an obstacle to recount my abilities in the heat of the moment.

When the onset of what is to come, measured by an angry observation if cast out towards doubt and looked upon a source to protect the misery of completing one's personality; one will deny the second word that escapes the touch of mourning.

When the noise that recognizes the blurt in between an honest recollection; submits a piece of information, I am totally obvious in confronting my thoughts as one would go back into the past to bounce off the idea of an applause to celebrate courage and a mishap.

The recognizing of a flat out multiple of being snuffed out by a proper interaction, subsides in the motion of conquering a multitude of rage and arrogance to replace a verb that means no harm

When the cry from a hopeless subject releases the notion for peace and tranquillity represents trust and indulgence to rescue the integrity of blissful rendition to obscure from a mind set of apologies in order to redeem friendships.

Iâ€™m concealed by a glimpse of an appearance to attack a reality that suspends an agreement among the different needs of the time which prevails.

The notion of a perplexed audition solves this issue of a countless problem that steers before an occurrence which is blind beyond measure.

When Iâ€™m totally in the observation of another promise, I lose a second of some humiliation to reclaim the monster that lays in the distance which is coming towards a brilliant surface of doubt.

The sound of a golden situation, reveals no change verses the trust given in the nature of some relevant speech; to comprise the balance of reassurance, accompanied in the distance of caring deeply.

The motion that lingers amongst the true currency to accomplish the correct amount of bliss and an opportunity gone in the scared appearance of lacking.

When the collision destroys the measure of a glimpse that recalls the account of nothing; to untangle the root and alarm the promise of selflessness in order to conceive.

The breeze that sustains a magic implies, relates to the opposite relativity to reflect the noise fathered amongst sight and a voice that concludes the reason for loneliness.

When the announcement for redeeming a photo that captures a smart chance. Seems to collide with practice; the mention of freedom becomes raw and unpronounced in the times of a sacred moment.

When I am blinded by the misuse of compiling a tradition in the company of fear and debility to up-struck the horror that builds character; I lose the grip on love.

When the oblivious concurs with the abstract feeling; to reassure the multitude of reasons unknown, many will collapse among the frightened sayings of the truth.

The protection of a bent, relative passage; relates the opposite liability to restore a moment of peace in the calm of trail, persuaded by a lack of self.

The realization of an untold feeling, measures in contrast with lacking in judgement to pursue a slightly doubtful mind.

When being in the measure which obtains reasoning, no one can part with a story that clings to oneâ€™s soul in the hearing of a sad detail in control of the blinded collapse of faith.

When the beginning of some random horizon clings to interception; the walls guarding my soul varies in width and substance, to calculate a disappointed mind.

The rebellion of a crossed envelope perceives the inevitable c

Poems from mailbox

Genres: Pop

I'm collapsing into you, and I'm dancing, it's a roose. My name doesn't matter, when the window pane is shattered.

Right now, it's spent awaiting the average, and posting the rent. I'm sad today, but tomorrow will change.

Acknowledging the rumour as a lie, it's a matter of time. We got all day and nothing to prove, I feel like I'm moving into you.

I'm not wanting to sleep, I can't miss a peep, of your ridicule and hatred. I crave a world that's hated.

Smashing pumpkins. Obliterating space ships. Talking in cup phones. We're all utterly alone.

I'm mad at the world, cause it won't let my build, a common approach to absolutely knowing the most. I recall my own art, apart from this planet. And in jumping into a love like I haven't, before.

Going down the bunny hole, I'm not so old. Trust in love, and what's to come! I'm laying in my bed, soft pillows caress my head. Don't know the amount, these numbers I count.

I'm here for you, when you've got a flu. Trust issues, my love awaits, cannot contemplate. I have you near, and your voice is what I hear. Don't stop the fight it'll be all night.

The coin, buys time and time seeps into an eternity. I will never remember my oath, but live amongst the slops in a (something) realm, I spell out to the letters slowly and proceed to the over load of wealth.

Doing the obvious, can't really live in bliss. My tone is different, but my eyes close shut. I'm not spelling my name, who can't I blame? It's all without the same, materials that contradict my shame. I'm putting it all into a morsel of fame and fortune. Life is combatting and my verses are spatting into the abyss.

Don't pretend to bend, to the rules, you're not jumping through the toils. I'm tired of the mistakes, but my friends are all fake. Mysteries in sight, I'm not taking flight.

I'm watching you, dogs taking a poo, oh bug-a-boo. I'm crazy about you.

You're in a bind. This rope you can climb. Don't depend on the divine, remember you've all combined. I trust your words, I speak your language, everything is sacred, and you strive into a blanket, of love and doubt.

Don't try to blind your opponent, I'm not reading into that moment.

Mad, so mad. Can't crawl through the picture stand, I'm desperate and achy, all kinds of flakey. Don't know right from left. I'm stuck crying in my bed. Dreams are fierce and trauma pierces. I'm delicate but humble and wickedly I crumble .

Don't know the day, time or place, this rabbit cannot win the race, don't tackle me, I'm breaking free.

Ways to strive, man alive. Don't use the pen jump into it again love your wit, and where you commit.

Love is grand, love is plenty. I'm in love, heart skips a beat. Don't know who I am, you're my biggest fan. I'm almost complete. Where do we meet? Chance is time, and you are mine.

I'm in love, but you're in bed. I don't lose, one single thread. I know you're sweet, and I'm not  beaten, you're my love and I am your sweet. Don't promise flaws, don't practice with the law. We know each other, one from one another.

I'm not just one, I'm alone amongst some. Don't reach out, I'm in a pout. Don't expel, she's under my spell.

I'm pleasantly captured. No one  can measure. Dancing, is my favor, your lips, a different flavor.

I'm done with my research. I can't continue my search. I'm falling down, resounding sound.

Doubt is aligned, silliness, is signed. I'm in a transplanted mind, but your dolls are not looking for one bind.

Gnoshroom. Little viking dude fights away the crude little mushroom friend life is good again

... With his axe, he fights. Enjoys eating and delights. Fight off the villains. He's happy just chillinâ€™

Portraying the noise, I'm convicted with toys, my heart dances alone, someone screeches on the telephone. Don't bother me, I'm in the sea of love and pain. What will I gain?

Masking the problem, but sustains the art. I'm not one to pardon, this achy heart.

Whispers, consider me not, I love your rottenness. I'm covered in stress. Love the tents, you're living in. I don't want retaliation. I'm darkened by your sight

I'm really obsessed and not proclaiming my second best.

Robots Ã re fighting and goblins allude. I'm not combining, sometimes I'm rude.

Combine this extract that I'm busted, and greeting the facts.

I'm not not one for hiding my sadness but my smile is paying hide and seek.

Don't remember my blues, but I've been sore in my shoes

The promises of a liar, don't expel; they tire. I'm down, but up. And I'm laying in a cup, of soup. I love the terms, as I've learned. Don't recall my passion, I'm transit in action.

The collapse of my heart

Genres: Pop

I'm not blinded by a collapsed artery in my skull, cause I'm small and uneducated. I live for the sweat that drips down my ego. And I lose all nerves when I can't obtain a fragment of mystery. I'm gathered in a way that sinks into a well of hope. To this I stand and remiss my appeal.

Delegate; no. But tell your father to bend into the wound and revoke the troubled adheres. I'm basking in sawdust, but recognize no one thing that can decide right from truly right

When the air subsides, and I'm all yours. The picture on the wall claims to adore. You make my life whole and without my soul, I can't gather, to the love that scattered, and nothing removes, like a day old prune.

My lover and my friend. I know where life begins. To tell a story and live through your own sense of glory; don't lose sight of the realms. I'm deep and dark in the channels of surprise and money. Buy me a golden locket and I'll keep it around my heart.

I promise I will set aside a measure of ingredients to prepare a meal that tastes of smiles and hugs. For you I need no utensils, you belong to my stomach like cheese on pizza.

Doing what causes promises, aludes the practice of surprise. I'm not all about searching my plans in the air. Don't pout about many decades of sadness as truth.

When the cold temperature reacts to a leaf blowing in the wind, I decide to grasp at the nature of it all. I'm not one to approach my many bad habits with a slightly lit smoke, on the cusp of turmoil, and loss.

Dancing doesn't leave my body, it fills my soul and singing embraces my mind and spirit.

I'm showing no sign of contempt, but live in the absolute realm of error and cease.

Just not your treasure, I cannot leave my measure. Behind the fence, my ambiance. When time is fragile, I'm a little child. Remarking the truth, I'm not in the phone booth, calling your number. I'm lost in a slumber.

I'm not really happy, not really sad. I counted my blessings, shit that I've had. Don't remember my memories, but sure do know about rage. Don't know where my talents have gone, lost a friend, in the midst of going along. I don't know who I am. But I know I can. Don't relinquish the world, I'm trapped in a circle, towards the here and now.

Knowing the future, I don't react to pressure, gone in an instant, the play is fully resistant. I collide with fear, I don't draw near. I'm overcome with delight, sick of playing this fight.

Belonging to you, I purge. Not really clever, just submerged.

So close to the end, a lifetime of bending. I don't sell my soul. I'm covered and completely whole.

When you spout, I'm just about, lost in connection, love my own completion. Don't know my path, feel glad I had. Count me blue, colour me true. I'm dancing in the sunlight, but tonight. I'm completely yours.

Bring forth my yearning. I'm not totally burnin. Sure at the season. But brought down by the pleasing. I love your finger, and I'm drawn to linger.

A love poem for you: I love your face, and how you place your arm around me. I'm in love completely. Don't ignore the kisses, making lots of wishes. I cannot live without, your love is all about, hugs and sweetness, I'm here and we caress.

I'm rattled with conviction and determined to flee

I'm collecting errors and practicing lies. I'm not one who can uphold a journey without a hint of foul heartedness. I'm collecting my wisdom in order to declare a mindful thought or my evil stare. My joy commits but my lapses repent. I choose to swallow hope and break down my misery in a sense of â€˜non-functionâ€™.

Grabbing my subtle voice, it is twisted with a mechanism that reads the stars.

The distance between my love

Genres: Pop

You made my day, but I sailed a fay to talk amongst those you told me such, I'm completely missing your very touch. 

When the heat brings favor, I'm told to speak down. 'Cause every maneuver calculates my scorn. So pose in silence, and reattach my motives. 

Tease my wisdom, but portray a collective. 'Cause my days are far and my nights, are gathered. I'm waiting for a brew, and such as this I choose. 

I'm blown but rugged and I tell no lies. But those who mention my name, all are separated, from fortune and fame. 

Don't lose control, cause you made the glory and doubt the letter. I'm conspiring to dance, underneath this leather. 

 Dear lonely heart, you leave me bitter. All I am, is reconsidered. 

The world is whole, but I can't withhold, the days are coming, but my nights are sold. I need a friend, before it ends. I don't relate, I calculate. So dear to my heart, your love was so apart, from others. Don't go singing, until you hearing the ringing. I'm moved by your comfort, but slowly gathered amongst no other. 

I'm controlling on the odds; but fascinated by the doubt. I don't complete me, you own the whole world in your hands. So be as one and divide and release. 'cause my head is so obsolete. I'm touched, but worn. And my friend, is sworn. So touch no one, and miss the mark. Cause all the down-fall, causes a rough remark. 

I'm trying to succeed, but my flaws are over proceeded. I have no more life in my heart. But it's hard to be apart. I don't know how to go on. When God; himself, spoke and punished my wrongs. He is real, and he will conceal. Please believe me, I'm all ears when I speak, I come to tears.

The beginning of my soul

Genres: Pop

I'm governing the sport of art. I testify my heart has a language. Don't build the obvious. I'm calm and I insist.

Promises solve heartbreaks. I'm not worthy of a secret. I'm blaming you for my hurt. I'm not about to hold tightly to a rumour. I stash you away in my heart.

But then and now, I cling as I bow, to your presence. You stand. Will you hold my hand? Love is cheeky, but my wheels are squeaky. I'm determined to fly, just passed you by. In love, in hate. I am solo and debate. Nothing warms my heart like your smile. Stay in your place of home, I'm done writing a poem.

I'm not a promise, but I loathe the truth. I'd rather be in our space, I lose momentum within  this race.

When my loss is your gain. I'm lathering my skin, in between showers. I'm completely deflowered.

When I can't comprehend. I'm spent on defence. I'm resolving memories and talking low. Don't bother remembering. Not sure who's below. I'm not supposed to cry, but it still slips out from inside.

Down to choke, I'm not a joke. Demeaning is the season. But I just don't have a good reason. To plead my case, I'm double parked. You live amongst space, that doesn't remark. I glimpse at you and you turn to conclude. I'm wallowing in bitterness. I'm under dressed, and over occupied. Don't get it right, until we take flight.

Don't loathe your wit. But in it, I sit. Wallowing around the fire pit, I'm convinced you've been through it.

I love your emphasis. I catch a glimpse of your intuitions, don't gather to sing in sentences. My best bet is in mentions.

When I doubt, I don't know my own courage. But signs prove that I am unable. I seek problems, but raise my hand in class. Don't take me to the mall. I'm gonna bend all the rules. So judge my work, but plead with my enemy, to challenge a fight.

Signs show reason, but directions are rash. Don't explain the rule. I'm not given instructions. So plead my case until I'm charged with heart break.

Distanced from the world above. I'm turned towards the one I love.  I'm busting at the seams. Don't handle what I mean. I'm sad yet gloomy. My hair is blooming.

Belonging to the obstacle, I'm not one to bounce back. I sing about love and talk about friendship. Don't bend towards an enemy. We love, to be in sync with a lover, in need of each other.

Of the three, we can obscene. I'm collected and calm. I don't stop doing what's wrong. I don't calculate well. I'm cast under a spell. In beneath the sand. I'm belonging to a clan.

You are mine. Let's combine. Trusting my words. Loathing my pauses. I'm decorated by sight, and handled in the night. Can't preach or reach. I'm gathering strength, but observing my fear.

Don't let the goblins take your sanity. You deserve rest and humanity.

I'm done proving I'm wrong; to tear up the carpet and rehandle, your thoughts I'm tame, and you are wild. I can't read the message in the sky.

I'm losing at this battle, all I can think of is shattered, I'm completely wasted, but downward spirals collect dust. I must, change my demeanor, I'm locked inside, a world of the obscene.

I'm not imagining the growth, I'm redeeming my spirit. I don't acknowledge the wind but bask in the rain. I no longer expect, I don't represent, so build your tower and live there among the ghosts.

When I'm angry, I spot myself cheery. I don't examine my outward appeal. I dance around my meal, and envelope my own reasons to fear joy.

Collaborating on the distance, I'm telling you to wait. Different than before, this challenge cannot take.

Decorated in the sunshine. You are my countervine, I'm dancing without movement, and singing; no sound. I'm lacking in love, but growing in lust. Don't remember my name. Who is it that came? Don't resist, I'm awful and I persist.

Don't lose touch, I love him so much. Crawling into the cave, it's what my mind craves. Don't know the outcome, I'm strung. So belittle my words but give what is deserved.

I'm not one to dwell, feeling so unwell. I'm noticing a change, cannot complain. When the sun glows bright, it's no longer a fight. With you I dream, and accomplish the unseen.

I'm not so loud, but I climb into the sound of music. I'm fretting but yet learning how to speak in a way you only can hear, through magic and alarm.

Don't rely; I'm just prying. I can't remember my fate, cause I was lying. I'm too far gone, and life is too long. So balance my records, cause it's time to loathe my projects and lectures.

The reckoning despises them all; I cannot take one more shot at all my flaws. I'm mad and glad to be sad.

Boldly transparent, life is a constant heartache, in which we collide in the air and water evaporates and my humble opinion strikes me hard. 

Blindly accompanying the realm of toxicity. I loathe the minor details of principalities. I'm rashed with ploy, and fulfilled with joy. I can't see straight, I'm on a path that serves milkshakes.

Today is frayed because I'm lame. I don't remember the very last name; of a tug of war between doubt and certainty. All I have was in plenty. 

I'm relying on a pout, to remain inside the doubt. All along I was frail and just about all derailed. So move away from the stink. My eyes are blue, my lips are pink.

I resemble a clock; turned on the 12, I remember the time, all too well. Because you're frightened, I bask in love, and my assumption, proves I'm saved.

The biggest slogan depicts a task. I'm not holding it in my wallet, cause daily exercise can bring no onnet. I love you baby girl, since it's been; oh the toil. I'm lacking in perfection. But driven by a force, so tiny.

I'm all for the sport, and rockin' on the court. But my blazer is white and it causes such a fright, in my opponents eyes, we can win the biggest prize.

I'm not one to oversell my muse. I can't relate to the public's views. Don't assemble my outer range; cause deep down we're all insane.

Winning is never enough, when I tolerate my own bluff. I'm eager to display, and mold me out of clay.

I'm omitting the thing I love most. Is just as I were, about to boast. Please define me; and combine me, a new suit for the job.

Dividing is a skill that proves righteous living betters are hearts.

I'm dwelling on the captured reasons to sustain.

The measure deletes my chaos and sleep. I bring forth liquor and sex, to proceed onto the next.

I'm capsized to the longing of deceit. But my ship has risen from the depths, and I am overwept. To build, is to flee. But I amount all the money; in speed. Don't relax now, cause you're so proud. I wish you don't pretend, cause it will make sense in the end.

When I'm bothered by heartache, I reason with my heart, to delegate is to persist and to wine is to moan about the bliss.

I'm crying out, and just about, to discover a sermon, is to belong in which we are yearning.

I was walking into shame and you put me to blame. I'm racked by deceit, and melted into the seat.

Abundance of grief, I'm no longer the chief. I'm pulling away, so that you may, obey my law and grow tall.

Downfallen and lost again; can't undo this lawless sin. I'm broken by choice and can't hear your voice. Please don't leave me high and wet. Cause all I have, has been set.

I'm stupid to the point of loyalty, and mischief. I love to play in the sandbox of what's to come.

I relapsed in the core of town. And beckoned me all around. Don't see what's invisible, also my beaks are visible. I doubt you fly in mid air, with every thought of despair. The words are much and your beauty is such, a marvelous capture, before the rapture.

To subside, is to blindly correct my pride. Don't lack in the realm of uncertainty and balance your loss. Extreme positivity, embellishes the cause.

The obstacle finishes my remorse, and I'm back on a course, of deliverance and of pride.

Dwelling on a moment of discouragement, I sang along to the enterprise, cohabitating what's on the rise. I doubt into, the numbers stay true.

I'm crawling on my knees, cause I cannot seem to flee, from the division of hope, in a sticky slop.

Reasoning with me, is like taking a copy of the map, to navigate all that has had.

I raised my right foot, to consign with the root, of troubles and leisure, I doubt I'm a people pleaser.

Don't frat, I'm a brat. To tell a lie, makes a surprise. I love to moan into the pain, always detecting who's to blame.

I'm delegating to the wonderment of a eager lapse in the sky, withstanding all that is spry. Ideally you're the culprit in this dash of age. I can't support all in a rage. Damn if I do, blessed if you're not. I cannot reason with every nickel I'm pleasing. Don't recall that look on your face, especially when you're a different race. I missed out on all that is pure. So unsure of where I concur.

I'm not allowed to preach; as my indulgence creates a pointless matter. To dwell; is to matter, but my caress bleeds true. Loving the truth is disobeying your heart. Observed, and solitude, relies on the compartments. I weigh heavy on my mind, and simply put, is too sublime.

Don't tell me I'm lost; when you don't even become crossed at the division of pride, I can't allow to hide. I have so much ability, but I'm constantly, driven by my own speech. So delegate with me, and oversee, in the nightly breeze.

Amongst the deceit, I'm not going to preach. I'm delicate and wise, but to you, I'm all worth the prize. Living for lust tries and can bust. So decide quickly in the chance it can get icky.

What does the time really expel, in the upcoming arrival, so much to tell. I create a true line of credit, when money is all I have betted. Live for wealth, or die for love.

Decorating the pine tree, is exactly, what brings a magical element to a holiday passed by.

I don't blame the noise, and I can't recycle my used toys. Cause life is but a flaw; and my wrath binges at the wholesome withdrawal.

Doubt recites passion when anchored by resistance.

I'm donating my spirit, and backwashing my stride. So I welcome the dance and all of my pride. 

Don't repay love