There She Lay's The Art of Noise
By: J. Clark
There she lay’s beautiful and angelic and the art to my profound soul.
She lay there before me modeling the floor.
My heart rains down the storm of being completely captured with her ripping away my composure,
she lays there in the most breath taking way relaxing a pose on her shoulders.
The sexiness of her lips pressed firmly against mine.
Her soul of art has captured me, I have lost the pattern of my time.
I am robbing the world with the intent of her in my mind.
The way she possesses art she should be locked away in the lost of towers,
the art of noise washes my soul in different complete showers.
I release a melody with rays of her different powers.
I am weak willed for her and the most sad coward.
Peach trees are sadden by my drive and my lack of motives,
I need her help now to simply control it.
The arch in her back is so unique and perfectly molded.
My emotions of my love is being released and the written papers of love has told on me.
She is the art of love can’t you see. My fingers start to stroke the strings of my violin,
There she lays her beautiful physique , my soul is corrupted by her in violence.
Silence, so I can remain the.
Special love she always wanted in me.
There she lays,
The art of my noise,
Her melody isn’t profound.
Not even in chorus.
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Originally Posted On Site: 2007-09-08 01:15:02
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