Flow your way
Hear the crackling sound
Waves of feelings down
Left unsaid

Don't close your gates
Hold ghosts in the souls haunted
Fight words in the glances unturned
Don't fear them

And you'll find hearts
And you'll feel what you found
If judgement comes
Tear him down

There'll be tears in the fire
Softly the smiles will shine
There'll be loss for the liars
But maybe you will be fine

Throw your pains
Don't let them wander around
Don't let them break you unbound
Not again

Raise your hands
Lose yourself in the other's touch
Don't leave your affection to rust
Or astray

And you'll find words
And you'll taste how they sound
If cold gazes comes
Push them out

There'll be peace for the seekers
Slowly the mouths will speak
There'll be love for the lovers
And bravery for the weak.

you tipped my world into your axis-- gravity and such things that do not bind if we do not let them.
weaved--time and affection into a wreath that wound up around my neck.

(the wreath is pretty but breathing is getting harder and harder to do)

i didn't master patience until i fell head first into your orbit. I haven't still--but when you understand something it'll become easier.

i want to untold what i said--to swallow them back, hide them in between the crease of a smile; to cradle them--instead of giving them to you.
but i did and there's no regret to linger on.

(i have given everything--and myself still think it wouldn't be enough.)

take your time, i would rather bleed out than be a cage. and i'll wait until you leave--until you asked; cause the ball is in your court.

(know this,
i have made my choice when i dreamed being with you that night; warm lights--and smiling, in between your arms.)


"love isn't painful. what keeps you apart from it, is the one that's painful"

Don't know what to think
When he looks at me
The way he does;
It could be love
It could be lust.

His eyes shine bright
And I like to think
That that's because of me
Or for me and only me,
It could be anything
It could be dust.

I take him with my eyes
And drink him with my soul
His flavour sweetens with every sip,
I keep craving him more and more.

He could be in love
Or he could be wrong
He could be singing
Some other song.

Don't know what makes his
Lips rhyme,
Too afraid to learn
That it could be different from mine
He can sing anything he likes
As long as he vows to stay mine.

The way he holds me
Makes me wonder
What if he could be mine
To hold forever?

I could devote stanzas
On his every quirk and feature if I could
From the gap in his teeth
To the crinkle of his nose
To the flip of his hair
To his perfectly arched brows.
Or even his flirtatious smile
Or the light in his eyes
Or his hearty laughter
Or his innocent white lies.

Not a single word
Not a poetic line
Not a verse
Can do justice to his kind.

I think it's to do
With the way he looks at me
Like he does.
It could be love,
It could be lust
It could be anything
It could be dust.

There was only ever
     could be's
     would be's
     should be's
but there were never any
          is's
          was's
          are's

There is nothing here except the thoughts of everything that isn't here.

Never take away the only thing I've been looking forward to
because that is all I have.
The present right now is not what I want it to be.
The past only keeps coming back when I need to forget it.
But my future is the only thing that keeps me from being a
                                                                                                  void
                                                                                                  empty
                                                                                                  space

There is nothing here to keep my attention so it just keeps going back farther and farther and farther..

**Things always come back when you're trying to forget them.