Broken Things

Came summer in shades That danced within hazel eyes That bathed in waning light Such passion of late Let strange colors resonate And paint us how they please As sweet as a kiss As tender a moment, this As ever came again Could I Could I engender this Could I Could I surrender this When composure breaks across a face as fine as painted porcelain That's alright, I have got such a soft spot for broken things When composure breaks across a face as fine as yours That's alright, I have got such a soft spot and many more Ere autumn's reprise Where colors kaleidoscope And passions realign Quiescent we splay To pillage our restless thoughts In this twilight foray What a summer of lust How burning convictions flew Like verger in the gust Could I Could I have engendered this Could I Could I surrender this When composure breaks across a face as fine as painted porcelain That's alright, I have got such a soft spot for broken things When composure breaks across a face as fine as yours That's alright, I have got such a soft spot and many more Could I Could I have engendered this Will I Will I remember this When we spread our branches wide Eager to receive the summer Lush and golden in our eyes When composure breaks across a face as fine as painted porcelain That's alright, I have got such a soft spot for broken things When composure breaks across a face as fine as yours That's alright, I have got such a soft spot and many more