Cute Found The Lines?

Cute Found The Lines?

I think we’ll end it like this so you won’t be surprised.

And with that, I surmise,
With a soft and opaque view towards my unaltered disguise.
So just wait while I exonerate, exaggerate and dissipate,
Now lock a door to hearts ablaze, or misconstrue this useless phrase.

And you can rapture me while I weave this little tapestry,
Perceive it as a travesty, the highest degree of blasphemy.
See whether it’s bright or bland or futuristic,
Dark or dank or nihilistic,
Maybe the most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard.
Keep in mind its all just some boys words.

See I’ve got me a girl, the cutest in the world.
Tell them all her name again?
“I think it was the fucking pen”
Oh and she puts out until no end.

Though the canvas can be fastidious,
The ink is quite lascivious
Drawing a quaint proposition with such blatant prose;
“Paper my dear, take off your clothes”

Now where do intentions rest with such a noble request?
Surely at the behest of our canvas and its untouched breasts.
The want and need not fit the situation
So long as want takes a rest and need pays reparation.
Then we can live without the juxtaposition of the judgmental,
Only my ink, my canvas and maybe a pencil.

And we’ll create our own world full of wonder and lies,
Where all I expose shall be divine in your eyes
And even if horrors should surface through skies,

I’ll end it like this, so you won’t be surprised.