Stanley Ipkuss - Luvpoems lyrics

| Danny Watts | Bloody wrists trickle to the floor ; Overly adored mortal girl full of flaws, that I completely ignored ; Pedestals placed, I'm a peasant on pace ; To place patience on wait for a glimpse of your waist ; Well, beneath it at least ; Like adhesive, i need you to seek allegiance to my being through every sequence in secret ; And I've panned them all ; I'm fortunate to understand that forestry is more than trees & waterfalls ; I'd like to recite these writings inside your psyche ; But it's likely that i'll stumble igniting demons inside me ; The perfect type of confiding is dying within my writing ; And letting you read the lines while you cry inside of your iris ; I'm laying lifeless as the words echo through all the silence ; Emotion force you too see me when your closing your eyelids ; This type of violence was something that really had to be ; 'Cuz love is less of a blessing and more like a catastrophe ; Actual havoc that's painted with beautiful magic ; Enigmatic lessons that forced us into a chasm ; Latch to these words as if you never heard ; Something so absurd where the lines love and d**h are blurred ; I can't imagine the implications of leaving you ; I'm very sure you've grown keen to me seeking you ; Binding cohesive will lead you to what I see as truth ; So as you read these lyrics take heed to reasons I leave with you ; | Stanley Ipkuss | Yea.. As the paint's dripping to the floor ; I scribble and adore ; All the things that come to mind, I swear there's little to ignore ; Throughout my music you became a riddle in my scores ; Can't believe when you get brought up its still kindles of the sores ; Well..it's not that hard to understand why ; Some people can get their hands tied then left disenfranchised ; It seems you can't buy when it comes to me and you ; I'm hoping you stand by and focus to see the truth ; Coping with landslides and smoking on reefa too ; Soaking in our past lives proposing what we should do ; And even if I'm on the brink I suppose... ; I reminisce on how your soft hugs would wrinkle my clothes ; And I...sink to a low when I think about your absence ; Confessing our love in a brief amount of actions ; Soaring like doves in a sea of clouded captions ; Intimate imprints, creases on my mattress ; Seeking for balance but what do I find? ; This happens to the rations that troubles my mind ; Even when spoken in past tense it doubles our time ; So its better if the both of us keep subtle with ties ; Lovable lies come off the lips, from the two of us ; Thinking I can't get a grip, I'm hoping to loosen up ; I guess the root of trust is bright when its shown ; As for my sight I guess this lights helping me write these love poems ; Yea..helping me write these love poems ; Yea...