

If I captured you heart child, would you stay with me a while? These lies aren't as empty as they first might appear to be.
I'll open myself now and try not to let ya down. There's no fool like an old one and I'll own all that I have done.
I may be broken by words left unspoken. But what would it say then if I were to say them?
The page may be empty and I can't defend me. So I speak to the silence and it offers me guidance.
If you captured my heart child, how could I reconcile the danger that I posses by longing for your caress?
There’s no mystery left in me; just an old man for you to see. But maybe you’re softer than the hell these dreams offer.
I may be broken by words left unspoken. But what would it say then if I were to say them?
The page may be empty and I can't defend me. So I speak to the silence and it offers me guidance.
Hell, I may be broken if these words stay unspoken. But the last thing I wanna do is to ever put this weight on you.
There may be no forgiving and I can't defend me. So I wait for the silence, but it offers no guidance.
And I can't defend me. No I can't defend me. I can't defend me. No I can't defend me.
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Recline on one of our couches, upholstered in the finest silk we could have, imported from the Orient.
Take your pipe, filled with quality Afghan Poppy, and imbibe, while you listen to our house poets take you to transcendent realms with their words.
Should you feel so bold, feel free to pen a poem, or short story here, while you are under the beautiful duress of the midnight's oil.