Sunday, 14 September 2014

Uncommon Things

I like uncommon things
You, you are uncommon
With your grey eyes of shale
And your back scratching nails
Your proximity is pleasing
When you press me tight
Your mantra so ungodly
Long live the unholy kind
With the holy airs
And the listless stares
Like you

Your smile sinister
I caught you in a moment
Of weakness
Your fingers buried
Eyes clasped tight
Uncommon and fluid
Your eyes and your ideals
Let's dance the path of
War an' anarch
We'll bend and seek out
The stubborn truth
We'll paint this town
Black and blue
My teeth barred
Your jaw set

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