glass cuts you
only if you break it
a man can take a few cuts
and the scars speak out your name
out of control
like leaves in autumn
you are jade
and I am gold
I fall for you
don't fall with me
you fall for me
we fall like leaves
but it's your summer
that my autumn falls for
burning in the sun
like the wings of Icarus
incinerating love sublime
for I couldn't save you
like you saved me
to fall in love with a poet.
How strange it would be
writers of darkness who share their nonsense
in passionate form.
I'd fall in love with a poet
to dream with her
of what could be.
Oh to dream,
of one who understands me.
Is it you miss poet,
is it you
who understands me?
I dove in head first--
didn't think about it
let the huge bubble
around me burst--
ignored the warning signs
of shallow water all around
not the least fearful
of landing on the ground
instead of the murky, watery sea--
but the ground came fast
and slammed right into me--
still I got my ass right back up again
and climbed that huge ladder
all determined to be the one to win
and jumped this time feet first--
still made that bubble burst,
but this time I landed smack into the sea
and swam far, far away from here
seems it was finally my time to just be free!
Sometimes you need to be that person even you
doubted you'd ever be to reach those dreams that
were so far from reality and score such goals you
thought you never could... Sometimes you need
to tighten your fist of faith and beat the odds
for if you hit hard, even fate can hit the canvas...
you love how your sun rises bright
though she always sets by noon
i promise to be by your side
like the persistence of the moon
but let me know if her brightness stings
if its past dawn and u couldnt sleep
let my waning light meet ur skin
take shelter in my muted dim
let my downy embrace envelope
your every lesion
cautiously i will stroke
she must have missed
but who can blame her
no one is ever surprised about this
you can leave anyone in distrait
with that wicked smile on your face
now as we are on the verge of daybreak
shes rises back as a ravishing view
always as beautiful as our eyes can take
so who can blame you?
Struggle has been always
My eternal aim
As everybody makes me feel
It's a shame
As I will never give a damn
Or think to say something the same
Once they ponder or think it's ephemeral
I'd say it will continue to my funeral
I doubt them saying that's insane
As I'll just say the same
Since I knew them dooming
Goals and aims
and will always be looming
As you know hopes will haunt my thinking
sounds like they are trying to exorcise my dreaming
Creepy so it seems, I hope them thinking about conjuring
They are just virtues which are residing
It doesn't hurt that much,
I got my plenty sources who have been
And will always be
Supporting and backing.
So as I bet they simulate epics,
no hunch and so positive I am
they can be psychics
For what it worth.
Every inch of me.
Not in the way you.
At all the moments that remain.
Torment in the likes of hidden emotions.
Behind pleasant smiles.
I come crawling.
I hunt the ever elusive affection.
Most nights it remains just out of reach.
I cannot deny.
Regardless of what i have sustained.
Each wound evaporates by morning.
And with each new moon.
Do i become.
A more perfect hunter.