Who, who, who is it dares
to find these feathers, stroke this skin?
Foolish the heart that lights upon a love who's
never what he seems:
Shows one face at dawn and another in the twilight,
kings have worn his shape before
(kings have worn his wings before).
Lord of the evening, so handsome in the sunlight,
Who, who, who is it dares
to find these feathers, stroke this hide?
shifting shapes and flying dreams
love is never what it seems
wears another skin by day
be his love and not his prey
Who, who, who is it dares to seek the sun
and still want more?
How, how, how can you trust that he'll
open up his wings to hold you,
leave you brighter than you were before?
Gosh, those wings... hnn. Love how the feathers each look individual. Wanna pet them, softly.
I'm also terribly fond of the tail and how you did the ears. The whole face really.
Damn ....You are so creative
I admire you
But the thing is, you're so
Flyleaf: ahhh thank you<3
ahhh thank you<3 you're always so sweet, hn...
Hum:
But the thing is
No u
Gosh, those wings... hnn.
I'm also terribly fond of the tail and how you did the ears. The whole face really.
It's awesome seeing your ever