My love is a warrior ready to die for his ancestral land.
My love has hands I will hold even when they’re buried in the sand.
My love is a son sacrificing his youth to provide for his clan.
My love has a smile that quiets the voices occupying my mind.
My love is a heart that yearns to be kind.
My love has saved a heart that was at the end of its lifeline.
Dec 15, 2023
Dec 15, 2023 at 5:16 AM UTC
And I'll surrender myself to the night,
Once I am no longer in love with the light of day,
My fingers I will wrap around the water,
Till it hugs me tight enough that I no longer gasp for freedom,
For freedom is the gift of parting from the chains on my skin.
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 1:38 PM UTC
My skin itches me to remove all traces of you,
Opened my heart with one eye shut seemed to give me black and blue,
I lie awake at 4 scrapping off where your fingers have once been,
I promise I won't ferment bitterness for I was born with love in my vein.
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 2:21 PM UTC
Crooked lips, dry as your words, bitter as you taste, none of it makes sense but here we are again.
Pop another one and I'm hooked just like last September's night in,
Flush it out, time is ticking, I will cut again as long as you stay in your lane.
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 11:54 AM UTC
Drip it like on to some built surge
Let the urge happen so upfrill
Will frills on the dried up lizard
that you kept upon on the hill
Lite let lick a minute
But bet pressure builds a knot
Know that I can't finish
Means that you can build my plot
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 10:56 PM UTC
the rush of an absent serendipity rips through me,
I sense the vain but I can't seem to pull away it's really heavy,
And with every last piece of grace I pray that you're happy,
In many nights to come I know this repertoire will die slowly.
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 11:46 AM UTC
Novermber returns
We started to sense the cracks this time around,
It was two years back but the cracks are still making a sound.
The cuts are deep, the cuts still sting,
Down the lane here I am driving through flashbacks,
For a moment it felt like we could still have what we once had.
If I say I've come to terms with it, I would be lying,
You started a new chapter but I'm still on the same old page...writing.
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 1:34 PM UTC
Lifes tragically hard
more things going wrong
Sometimes I do wonder
how sorrowful
the lyrics would be
if written as a song
It would be a song of
Great Love
friendship
contentment
and
trust
Of passion
happiness
beauty
and
lust
Of illness
tragedy
loneliness
and fear
Of anger
confusion
and heartbreak
over the one I hold dear
What sad lyrics they'd be
If my life with you
were a song
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 12:46 PM UTC
It doesn't have to be on a cold, lonely night for a heart to break,
A night is only cold and lonely because of the stinging ache.
Creeping memories, broken promises, an absence, simply a word would do the trick,
As you drown into the starry night, you're ****** with the realisation that you're left with nothing,
The voices are getting louder, but the night grows colder, lonelier,
You stare into the void as you try to find a voice to speak.
They always say that when it shatters, you won't know strangling from choking,
But to you it was like breathing in shredded glass and no pain can come as near.
For whom they ask are you bleeding?
'Leave me be, let me be' you beg and you plead.
You pick yourself up,
You keep it in,
You walk home,
And tomorrow's noon you feel the tears streaming because
It doesn't have to be on a cold, lonely night for a heart to break,
A night is only cold and lonely because of the stinging ache.
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 12:44 PM UTC