My finger tips are a sail boat
Your skin is the sea
I gently caress your lips and the vessels that swim to your heart are the fish underneath
You are the tower locked seamstress, our love is the dress
The needles and threads spinning 'round in your head are a beauty we thought could never actually exist
In time, I will learn, to be stong, sensitive, cavalier.

I am the poor and lonely balladist
I write these words to watch you dance
and I am the poor and empty lyricist
In high hopes that someday you'll read and in high hopes that you'll understand

cause i am the poor and lonely balladist
I write these words to watch you dance
and i am the poor and empty lyricist
in high hopes that someday you'll read and in high hopes that you'll understand.

hey arielle, you're alone.
hey arielle, we're alone.

in time i will learn to be strong sensitive cavalier

and I am the poor and lonely balladist
I write these words to watch you dance
and I am the poor and empty lyricist
In high hopes that someday you'll read and inhouse that you'll understand.


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