"Leave me with questions and leave me hanging,
Don't look back even if I am following,
The sparkle burns in this winter, swirls of warmth under my skin."

Heard the mirth and heard the sough,
Of the fire that wants her tough,
Her eye is dancing with her lips,
Colours burst, and her palms lose their grip.

"Squeezed in the jostle, only one thing I see,
A blaze, a lightning that can set me free,
Flames I want to love and a heat I can't carry."

The pull on her breath grew way too strong,
It silenced her voice and took her along,
The stiffened flesh, it moved instead,
Wading in memories inside her bed.

"Flickering sails, names of ships inside my chest,
Moorings drifting to deep welters without rest,
And the hulls are shaking as the waves turn to a nest."

Dreams of high hopes in the morning,
Had her slumbered estrangement mourning,
And she made the effort hers,
So she'd keep his love safe from smother.

"What do your warm hands feel, when there's more than flesh and bone ?
What will your head think when the mat under us is gone ?
Take the words you have said, and take the ones I've blown."

Shivering out in the cold,
A feather floated gently,
Out of ways she had been told,
Out of all insanity.

The feather flew with the wind,
Free to take all the wrong roads,
She felt every heart that was to bind,
Free from every tears they crowed.

She saw a glistening light away,
Lost into the night and dark,
She saw a star brightening her way,
With that tender colorful spark.

The feather strived into the gusts,
To reach the star and its glitter,
She fought the murk and knew she must,
Find the warmth of its shimmer.

The higher she went,
The harder it became,
And as her fluff could smell its scent,
The bleak had her stem maimed.

Shivering out on the ground,
A feather cried softly,
And there was no one around,
To hear her stranded love story.

Magic upon my hands, all pink and blue,
Getting drunk on illusion swirls and shadows,
Sparkles of future into you,
Before they leave, will you follow ?

Fall for my tricks, let my demons go wild,
May these words intoxicate you with a spell,
Jump off a cliff, walk thousand miles,
May they help you reach through my hell.

Golden blood drips from your twisted finger,
A charm of love that melted in your throat,
Bursting galaxies underwater,
And your voice suddenly taints with oat.

Fall for my mask, let my demons untame,
May these words intoxicate you with a spell,
Dive in the stream, run to the flames,
May they scatter your broken shell.

All full of lies,
The graveyard is dark,
Echoes and cries,
Of words turning to black.

Heavy from a past,
No one deserved and no one knew,
Under the stones will last,
The tears, the laugh, the voice of you.

I loved you in ways so innocent,
And I believed that you were strong,
But when your heartbeat came silent,
I heard the failed notes in your song.

All full of pain,
The graveyard's weary,
Under the rain,
The thought of you becomes blurry.

Heavy, exhausted,
Of a heart that's bound no more,
The freezing stones have grown tired,
Of carrying such open doors.

I loved you in ways you'll never feel,
And I believed that you were sweet,
But you will not know of that chill,
That you have crushed under you feet.

You've found your way out of it all,
One you can't understand nor see,
You crawled away, I built a wall,
So you never come back to me.

You can get a grip on my arm,
You can pretend I know nothing,
But all you do to me is harm,
Because you're not even listening.

And on my lips, the words are hot,
Cause your smiles won't help them to fade,
Where do they go, those never shot,
Those I've kept from your masquerade ?

And the graveyard is heavy,
And the stones are moving slowly,
The name of you they will bury,
Along with all you tried to be.

There is a trembling warmth,
And my heart has fallen to its gentle call,
And it feels so soft,
Wasting pieces of my voice and laugh,
To find and say it all.

It is a sound, in the light,
And I hear it low,
In my hands, in the night,
Why won't it let go ?

It burns and grows in flames,
Words you profess,
Voice caress,
Their blaze was made with your name,
And hearts aware,
At which I stare.

Endeavor for rising,
That feeling I thought I'd never hold,
It slips through, I'm trying,
But I can not feel its cold,
You made it grow in flames,
A fire no one can tame.

Bright in the place I used to hear the stars laughing,
Caught into silence, echoes in the wind.

It burns and grows in flames,
Words you have said,
Never fade,
Their blaze was made with your name,
And gusts so strong,
On your tongue.

And striving just to reach,
The moment when we will be alright,
It's slipping through a breach,
In my soul, I won't fight,
You made it grow in flames,
And you're not one to blame.

I watch my weak hand,
Tumbling again won't be fine,
And I run and I stumble and strand,
And the effort is mine,
So by your side, one day, I may stand,
Holding on to the memories we find,
Never looking back to when I walked behind.

The high strength, that I need,
To me is far away like the moon,
But the love, that I bleed,
Won't be running out too soon,
You made it grow in flames,
A fire no one can tame.

My hands innocent, turn into a caress,
Under the fire that wanted them rough,
Open my heart now, then leave it warless,
Glistening in the sparkles to which we bonded both

Dreams of high hopes in the morning,
Your gaze, gleaming soft, warming sweet,
And streams of tender heat hovering slowly,
Over feelings, confused is their split.

The wind I will follow is strong and stiff,
Its flowing gusts have been made with your name,
And rain without pride's blowing me off the cliff,
Is it right if I hold you or am I one to blame ?

Weakness in my arm may fail you,
Your eyes, without tears you must keep,
And if my hand falls, you know what you must do,
Close your lids and never shall you weep.

I'm not high enough to lay on your shoulder,
And strength I can't seem to find again,
If I never rise, forget me better,
'Til I pass or strand, think of how it all began.

Dreams of high hopes in the morning,
Your gaze, that I love, I held deep,
And swirls of smoke and mist, behind your blaze, win,
Over feelings, never shall you weep.

Today's the perfect time to open  more,
To face the memories I see at night,
To feel your gaze I love in fright,
And to believe in what I can fight for.
Today's the  day I accept the warmth in my heart,
For it is yours and has grown under your eyes,
It is little and is made of no lies,
I can't give it yet, it's still too short,
But I will keep it, make it rise.

I hold a dream,
That one day I'll be a flow in your river,
That one day I'll be a wave in your water,
In the depths of your stream,
Bubbles in my lungs,
Legends that were left unsung.

Today's the perfect time to try to reach your mind,
To face the words that may run on your tongue,
To taste their sound, to keep them strong,
And to believe in what we can find.
Today is the day where I will leave my voice bare,
For it is yours that made mine grow over a laugh,
It's a dither and sometimes it is rough,
But you'll soften all I dare,
And no one will shake us off.

I hold a will,
That one day, I may be high enough,
That one day, my wicked hands may become tough,
And the depths that I feel,
Are words that we made,
Legends that were left unsaid.