The Gems She Wore
Her laughter is warmer than the golden light of evening
Conversation barley heard through dust
Her hair is barely long enough to reach me
The nuance in her words neatly tucked
Incense and innocence is what she spoke into existence
Let me paint a picture of the gems she wore and her reminisce
The breeze blows as woodwinds in a fevered dream
And once again the leaves blows with the woodwinds bleeding through the seams
The red sun kissed the trees while drowning in her reverie
But the cold nights smothered me without her fragrance that I breathe
Incense and innocence is what she spoke into existence
Let me paint a picture of the gems she wore and her reminisce
And the yellow smoke spoke to the silhouettes it hosted
While the while the sun falling west brought in the morning dew
In that moment I was sure of one thing I had boasted
But the pride finally left me as it tends to do
I was listening to reflections after Jane
While wondering if we were watching the same sunset today
I was looking for a train
While my mind let itself slip away
Incense and innocence is what she spoke into existence
Let me paint a picture of the gems she wore and her reminisce
Her laughter is warmer than the golden light of evening
Conversation barley heard through dust
Her hair is barely long enough to reach me
The nuance in her words neatly tucked
Conversation barley heard through dust
Her hair is barely long enough to reach me
The nuance in her words neatly tucked
Incense and innocence is what she spoke into existence
Let me paint a picture of the gems she wore and her reminisce
The breeze blows as woodwinds in a fevered dream
And once again the leaves blows with the woodwinds bleeding through the seams
The red sun kissed the trees while drowning in her reverie
But the cold nights smothered me without her fragrance that I breathe
Incense and innocence is what she spoke into existence
Let me paint a picture of the gems she wore and her reminisce
And the yellow smoke spoke to the silhouettes it hosted
While the while the sun falling west brought in the morning dew
In that moment I was sure of one thing I had boasted
But the pride finally left me as it tends to do
I was listening to reflections after Jane
While wondering if we were watching the same sunset today
I was looking for a train
While my mind let itself slip away
Incense and innocence is what she spoke into existence
Let me paint a picture of the gems she wore and her reminisce
Her laughter is warmer than the golden light of evening
Conversation barley heard through dust
Her hair is barely long enough to reach me
The nuance in her words neatly tucked
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Writer(s): Evan Flick
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