I love the way I feel
When you hold my hand
The way you look at me
Like I am your prize
You said you'll take away the pain
I thought no one can
But now inside of me
Are birds and butterflies
I thought love has gone
Away and away has ran
But now I'm close to heaven
I see the sunrise
Even if I say nothing
You always understand
Your shoulder is always there
A safe place for me to cry
If you ever fall
I'll be there to help you stand
Always by your side
helping you to get by
I'll be your robin
You be my batman
Together we'll fight
Together we'll fly
I'll lift you up
To your dreamland
And you'll get me higher
Than the sky
For love is
A human demand
And you hand me the world
Right in front of my eyes
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 12:03 AM UTC
Once you become heartbroken, you look for someone to fill in the void one left.
You're not in love, just looking for healing in the wrong place.
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 2:21 PM UTC
If treason is my wine
Than I shall drink it
Because I will not part take in your conceited royalties.
But if you are my friend
Than we shall go lay on a beach
And enjoy it's impurities
If loving you is sin
Then I will dance with the devil
And impure deities
And if dying with you is my fate
Then so be it that I die in your selfish arms
Because my heart enjoys it's romantic cruelities
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 9:38 PM UTC
yes i smoke
i smoke to put something in my hand
to replace the same place your hand used to rest
so maybe its a force of habit
yes i smoke
just to keep something warm near me
because most things are painfully cold lately.
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 9:37 PM UTC
Hello?
Who am I?
Guess again.
Don't you recognise my voice?
No?
Why?
Well, you can hang up,
It's your choice.
But I just wanted to call
for old times sake.
You know:
Those times where we'd talk
at times we shouldn't have been awake.
Are you still there?
Can you hear me?
Oh, right.
You don't remember me.
Maybe I have the wrong number.
Well, I guess I'm sorry.
But before you let me go,
There's just one thing
I want you to know.
At the end of December,
when the mountains meet the snow.
I'll think of you, as always,
and I'll remember.
How it was me,
who once heard
your hellos.
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 9:36 PM UTC
Temptation is
Choking me.
I want to
Let it in.
But God says
No.
But the devil
Will still let
Me in.
k.s.
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 9:34 PM UTC
Hello,
I've made it.
The sky is blue and the air is clean.
It's beautiful.
Everything is soft and white,
It comes from the sky and drifts..
But it is all so cold
So cold.
I think I'll just rest here for a while..
Goodbye,
Friend
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 12:47 AM UTC
*you were a scatter of light
in my world of darkness
you pulled me in
with your dark brown eyes
your voice echoed
through me for days
i want to be yours
i want you to be mine*
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 12:46 AM UTC
My caressing hands have stopped trying to tame the strings.
They move now more to harmony than to melodious things.
Brassy bands, drunk sailors and the sound of laughter.
The D string, the rough bar-stool clamp and clatter.
The sound of voices, raucous and hoarse with song.
The sound of voices, laughing as they all yell along.
It's a barstool anthem;
It's great and it's loud.
There're no classics here...
but Bach would be proud.
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 12:45 AM UTC
If life’s minutes
were kept in a vault
I would transfer each of mine
to you.
So that you had time
for a cure to be found
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 12:42 AM UTC