But Horses are Still Beautiful
Texturize this; I'm falling in love. His heart green with a pink halo, I ignore the back of his lungs, black with a billowy cape. All I see are his shimmering shoulders, not the iron curtain of his lungs. Texturize this; my heart is broken. But horses are still beautiful. He hoodwinked me, I never saw the shape of his soul. But horses are still beautiful. I ain't gonna give up my intemperances. I'll be a myrmidon for love in this forest called life and horses will always be beautiful.