Hour or Six
Step aside the plastic suit
For anyone's condoned.
I must admit the depths are real
In animated homes.
Rely on self-dilutement
With a promise, take it's toll.
Beside the beautifullest temper, though,
I think you've lost some tone.
Maybe in an hour or two,
I could lie a poem for you.
Maybe with some patience or two,
I could be a patient for you.
Falling skin off your
Dusty robe.
Peace has finally spoken through
The openest hello.
Sorry,
Your guilt has took you home.
Wish I never met you and
I hope that you're alone.
