Apr 2015
What's a diamond ring to a heart that calls you queen?
Your lips transpire peace
Your hips transpire cease
Your eyes inquire me
Your thoughts inspire me..
God, your thoughts inspire me..
To run
To fly
To laugh
To cry
To live
To die
To live
To die
I don't want to die..
I really, don't want to die..
Strike me with Zeus's bolt and pause my youth in time
So that I may capture your giggles on a Polaroid as if the moment was mine & hold each copy in my hands until that asteroid ends us
Ends this
Relentless have I been in my pursuit of happiness
Considerate have I been in my issue of love
My eyes are as heavy as your hands when it's time for me to go
No
You say no
Just stay
& I row myself down my intentions into a dimension in which I submit to the suspensions I promised my conscience before I even got to this point
Reminiscing is so dangerous
I finally see the pain in lust
Parallel to the pain in trust
We should ask Adam & Eve to take a train with us as we listen to them tell stories of love
Or God's face
You know...
Things that would cause a brain to bust
Turn a frame to dust
Let's make history by making mutuality iconic
God, let's make love iconic
When I think about how to cultivate your face into words I don't think about articulating the right adjectives and verbs
But I do close my eyes and picture what went through my head the first time I heard my parent's wedding song
"Always & forever.. Each moment with you."
& immediately, immediately I fear being alone
& alone just translates to without you
& there's nothing wrong with me fearing a future without you because all I seem to do is think about it when I think about you
That's why every line about you ends up eluding to my past because thanks to you, even my most sacred thoughts get to last
I glue your name to my ceiling in hopes for all of God's favor and healing to hit you before it hits me
God gets me
What's a diamond ring to a heart that calls you queen?
To a throne covered in love with rose petals at your feet?
To a chandelier made out of my admiration
What about harps that play your name?
Or a prayer every night and a kiss every morning to remind you that this love will never change
Your lips transpire peace
Your hips transpire cease
Your eyes inquire me
Your thoughts inspire me..
God, your thoughts inspire me..
To run
To fly
To laugh
To cry
To live
To die
To live
To die
I don't want to die..
I really, don't want to die..
Strike me with Zeus's bolt and pause my youth in time
So that I may capture your giggles on a Polaroid as if the moment was mine & hold each copy in my hands until that asteroid ends us
Ends this
Relentless have I been in my pursuit of happiness
Considerate have I been in my issue of love
My eyes are as heavy as your hands when it's time for me to go
No
You say no
Just stay
& I row myself down my intentions into a dimension in which I submit to the suspensions I promised my conscience before I even got to this point
Reminiscing is so dangerous
I finally see the pain in lust
Parallel to the pain in trust
We should ask Adam & Eve to take a train with us as we listen to them tell stories of love
Or God's face
You know...
Things that would cause a brain to bust
Turn a frame to dust
Let's make history by making mutuality iconic
God, let's make love iconic
When I think about how to cultivate your face into words I don't think about articulating the right adjectives and verbs
But I do close my eyes and picture what went through my head the first time I heard my parent's wedding song
"Always & forever.. Each moment with you."
& immediately, immediately I fear being alone
& alone just translates to without you
& there's nothing wrong with me fearing a future without you because all I seem to do is think about it when I think about you
That's why every line about you ends up eluding to my past because thanks to you, even my most sacred thoughts get to last
I glue your name to my ceiling in hopes for all of God's favor and healing to hit you before it hits me
God gets me
What's a diamond ring to a heart that calls you queen?
To a throne covered in love with rose petals at your feet?
To a chandelier made out of my admiration
What about harps that play your name?
Or a prayer every night and a kiss every morning to remind you that this love will never change
