Wayward Angel With A Dirty Face

gently smiling in the shadows to transcend in the moonlight forever your love unclouded

i look in my heart moving pumping pounding fast i look in my own mind changing up

always wayward angel with a dirty face with your attitude in your hair unkempt hereby

unswept under the wind away i wept sweetly bitterly saying cover me make me warmer

hot these days wayward angel to interlock in my dream bigger than my hands can hold

oh how within my eyesight shut creates the madness of loss and delight of drifting 

upon finding love again on your lips on my lips and in a wild wind and barley circulates

through them so nice without love in disguise am i still your horse wayward angel 

with a dirty face with your attitude in your hair unkempt i think i am also staying up

ran so long all fallen unlevel starts to drown the head like swarming flys near-by 

a web that bothers an impatient patient spider behind a mask of drama behind a mask

of trama still unbroken is the promise revealed lovely no more masks i found all

behind in our eyes pencap chewed i seal it back on if ever and again i can place though

i wait really feels beat this poetic secert i keep while unfolding arms unscolding

wings inward winds one is feathery and one is leathery are you still my impatient patient

spider wayward angel with a dirty face with your attitude of love more so happy

or free like an animal good and mad i got my kill time all as a bullhead of a unfulfilled

poet which is kinda strange of our shadows gone under the sun over the moon flying

pursuing spreading the sweet bitter torture around of the great romantics is it i found

all lit up in a tree entangled in a free expression to inspire under the moonbeams 

the sun-rays displays seemed so well so real is it to us what must conceal it back on

must go on and move along upon the climb of your's and mine intent in our own mile

in our own results ain't got no time for that with or without i must reach in the goal

in the coal face burns vast to become higher ground flat a-mountain and soul on a sleeve

are somehow are someway still raises up motivates in a wheel speeds up rpms awhile 

one that still is shining alot of light came downhill the stairs of the sounds rushing sunlight

by moonlight which starts and ends in the sky i see it i want it to wake the lack pack 

of hurrying up inward grown story upon early in the morning or later in the day pushes

through curtain drawn i am flying up there still are the burning wings deep desire  

appreciation lighting in our own springing from somewhere we will have to be before we

leave or have to be within a life of our own in a light of our own laying awake bright

in a night of our own oh so right oh so good a dirty word useless useful it brings us

closer heals it helps it hurts it confused it what is it worth what brought this here when

i fill your ear tender of wind grows from whispers to tease to please am i still your horse

the dance was good i can't explain abyss words although all even not really stare back

to refine or bother you my wayward angel with your dirty face with your attitude

in your hair yet i must with a drunken tongue for a golden morning rises presto testo to

slip in verses again for kisses maybe i might-be rough maybe not so i smell like a beast

meow-rowl out of control lightning balls and silvers orbs in the night pierced sky-light 

with flash from out our pierced mouths in that moment all good with pain i'm not afraid

without much suffer i maintain my grace wayward angel with a dirty face with your

attitude in your hair and before you go i like to do my morning thank you by your laugh 

my dear and good heart you feel the noise outside in a thunder cloud and i say let

it all rain and fall wet soft drunk shakes you up wakes me up i won't give in know i found 

what' this from the everyday daily dust of the continual normal to make some sod 

and mud to still fly am i still your horse try me i like rainy rainy days oh darling darling

of May let's talk out all the rain by a drive on a walk on a flight outside let's soar

across until all the clouds are all clearer again as we look for a moment to be important 

to us to you to me i look out deep deep deep and far and away away away to let go

all the great pain all the great sufferage all the great triumphs over the doubts let us

within and without much we maintain our grace beating fast and slow the heart how

is all turning out now is all burning out now how is caught in clouds like we be on

fall again and forever it's gonna rain to fill to spill the cup the mug in our heart's cause

as a friend as a tramp as a champ look at me at the very top feeling alright as rain

on deserts am i still your horse wayward angel with a dirty face with attitude in your hair

i gotta god-darn recover reality wash your hands and face off, let's have a walk

let's have a drive on a flight outside let's soar across with a hamburger a dirty dive size

and blow the sink off awhile and enjoy like two seagulls gawking at something good  

is my wish for us i'll be WHOA  bestill at the point today at lost at my passions sometimes

false you for making me feel bad does that make you feel better i do what i like

to what am i suppose to do snuggle you write you my crazy or stupid poetry is that at all 

attractive smell as another time something else of the feelings of heart still out there go on

my dear all so sure all so grand all so great in signs of my own bad good choices 

words thrown all over in a poetic fit of joy joy joy of myself i'm glad it doesn't brake us up 

it will be time to develop us demand time even when we broke we still got a song 

a dance again and forever in the saying life's empty for a chance so i by force made my

own i am my own book still i poke along in hot steel and cool breeze of how we feel i am 

when all around the whole world now be in the word incline to see a show at hand 

to take a long rough mile on another down extent i want the picture in all in whole i can

only spare you half-fold when i made it in my greatest part to wish and request what it

is for only your smile of the falling the ill-feeling that exist in me sometimes by in light

of giving away poems you gave me best insult it isn't my fault the concept dark melts

gets you messy just that give me a kiss will it do awhile i'm caring swaring tearing bearing 

the bucket against the fire within i can always say to you lay oh lay sweet by the spell 

moon held room day or night whatever you want ship lost out of a time to be enough

for awhile am content with that as yet within feelings i still feel at peace i am compelled

by it now wayward angel with a dirty face with your attitude in your hair unkempt

soft complete shake it it's so got to rest my eyes on what i see shines on us i was at lost

disappeared feeling so disgusted oh orange juice crush it when i am sick of now

different direction then always at lost in this afterwards wayward angel with a dirty face

with your attitude in your hair she trims every candlewick flowing right in out 

of the shadows i am staying up tonight for how long now I don't care have it take-out

for us two starts to drown the head swarming like flys near a web unleveled