Looking at you
I cannot help but think
That the stars made love
And gave birth to you
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 2:51 PM UTC
I guess it has to rain
For flowers to grow.
I guess the more you are insane,
more of yourself you'll know.
I guess we must know how to cry
To recall happiness when it's gone.
I guess our love had to die,
So that my heart can live on.
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 2:50 PM UTC
I dream of you as fingers roam
to places deep within
and wonder how I ever lost
the urge to roar with sin.
My hands they wander, quicker now,
with eager memory
of how your limbs felt wrapped with mine,
though it has never been.
You loved me once in forest glade,
again on golden shore
you took me on a stormy night
and left me wanting more.
Now here I lie in shaking form
exhaling ragged breath
in hope that one day you'll return
to love me half to death.
My body is your witness,
please shake it to it's core,
how cruel it seems to leave me here
in lust forevermore.
So take these wanton letters,
this statement of my need,
then fill my ever lonely nights
with sweet debauchery.
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 2:49 PM UTC
You're going to miss me when I'm gone
and the way our fingers
traced each lie on skin
I have a pocket full of regrets
and an empty heart
so where shall I begin?
your beauty left me wanting more
but you're the flower
I should've never picked
Some things are better off admired from afar,
causing thorns to lose their power, but your pain
made me a willing addict
I tried to pick up all your pieces
and assemble them
the best I could
but in the end, beneath the pressure, you crumbled
you were more fragile
than I truly understood
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 2:47 PM UTC
Red was the colour of her hair,
The colour of blood in a bed,
The pastels of lovers burnished
By an indifferent, waning sun.
The mark of my own undoing,
The fey burning in my veins.
Blue is the colour of mirage,
The marriage of the naked oceans
And of the non cloths of the skies,
Blue is the blast of bold dream,
Of the future and of the past
The innocence in her eyes.
White was the colour of her
Soul, her skin, the brash divinity
Within, without, removed, set
And vibrating like swirls, flash,
Particles, parsed, dark matters
In superpositions of quantum flux.
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 2:40 PM UTC
It's not just one person
It's not one big thing
It's all the little stuff
That happiness can bring
A few sweet words
Or a whisper in my ear
To know I brought laughter
For the whole world to hear
It's a simple sunset
And a beautiful sunrise
To see a special light
That I bring to someones eyes
Just to know they're here
Even a thousand miles away
To feel how much they care
In the little things they say
A sweet scent
Of musky cologne
Feeling the fire
Never being alone
A heat that burns
So deep inside
The deepest thoughts
In you I confide
Not caring the distance
Not fighting the feeling
I guess it's time for me
To really start believing
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 2:37 PM UTC
Let me show you the hidden treasures of the night,
guiding you with cold hands and
a wild heartbeat.
We'll find the most beautiful place:
far from the warm paved roads,
from the noises of the city,
from the lights.
Follow me,
speak to me with your touch and
I'll listen.
Lay with me;
we'll soak up the dampness of the summer air and
let the quiet of the darkness swallow us whole.
I can see the entire galaxy in your eyes,
and you are the only wish
I want to make.
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 2:33 PM UTC