She traced
the patterns pressed
by the grass
into my knees

with gentle lips
and fingertips
as light as
falling leaves...

They lie amidst
Twisted sheets
Legs entwined
And cigarettes in hand.
As the moonlight
Casts a glow upon her skin
He smiles to think
What fun it is to sin.

it stains the very inner of her being
crimson.
crimson with the guilt
and shame
and the unbearable weight
of loving without limits,
to the point of
a threadbare soul
worn with the
constant weight of giving.

drive me past the city limits
and lets lay on the hood of your car
you can put your hand on my chest
and feel my heart imploding
just like the stars we are pretending
to watch in the nights sky,
a million kilometers away.....
and already dead.

like a story that finished with lose ends

cuts like a knife with a wound to mend

one thousand nights with tears falling

with only one name that he is calling



in the middle of the dark all on his own

the memories flashes back in a mellow tone

with every beat that synch with his pain

a bitter sweet symphony inside remains



with all his might he lets it go

like a water fall he lets it flow

there's no easy way out from this predicament

nothing else will work.. not even a replacement



as time passed by he realized all this

all is worth it even if sometimes you miss

for the pain he feels will soon subside

and look for that happiness he once found inside



so he closed his eyes and said these words

"nothing else is more important in this world

but to keep pushing forward and to be free.

once I lived for you...  now I live for me"