You use to lay your hand on my
chest and take me to new york
in a heart beat.
(The coins fell to the ground )
and empty were my pockets
The rain falls differently in a small town
it cries with you
(the grass was never born)
and the trees in my town are old and
Abounded houses represent the
people who left us behind
every gated community promises
security but instead it locks up your dreams.
I´ll hold you down (you whipser)
soothing my frustration with music
It´s like nature itself escaped
through the last storm.
I´ll scream into forsaken homes
and put up posters of
you in my room
hoping that you (come and get me)
But the postcard was sent
from a world (only the unliving can live in)
You´re the kind of girl
who watches the moon
as she floats back and forth
between darkness and light.
You need no army nor king
to find rest in this world
You are the pressure that sits on my heart
the kind that stays under my skin everyday.
Without me detecting your purpose
I have been exposed to the kind details of how
weight less your love is.
Leaving no prints
and without an interaction
I am without a surface
But like the moon I orbit around you
as you absorb my own reflection
but reject me once our minds
I would have missed you,
If it was not for the delete button.
My mother grew up in the sand
among wolfs and sheeps
The herd was her family
She was a nomad
And the first to flee in her generation
She ran with her family
when the bullets hit our home
My mother carried all of her children
in her arms
Through landscapes she
Saw lions and elephants running
She saw the fear in their eyes
Our paradise had been sold to the devil
and everything with a soul was leaving
When the sky turned dark
she climbed over spike fences
and crossed the border
There wore her brothers awaiting
and their eyes glowed in the
Greeting her to safety
My mother built a house with her hands.
Only to witness it being torn down
My mother is a warrior,
she survived the worst
and gave me the best
I tried to make a home out of your bones,
I tried to escape through your words.
But like a giselle running from a lion,
I run in vain
These tears have turned to dust
My heaven was carried to you
and burried in a creed of sorrow
You run in circles around me
these ropes are cutting me in half.
While I shook my head on your lies,
you fell asleep on my sins.
Chained by your dreams
Restrained from your own laughter
the stars shock their head
you fell from grace like a tear drop
in the middle of the night
Abandoned by your own shadow
As heaven fell from its crown
so did you.
I use to wonder
If you were a star
ore an angel
What kind of drugs
did it take to incarcerat
What kind of nightmares
would you have on replay
I wonder if death
wasent an ending
but maybe just an escape
from this we call life.
at last she is still
how frigid and shallow she may be
I can never find enough room to escape her.
You swallow me in the mist of everything
from the shadows you slip and fall
into my wounds.