In this world full of words; I yearn for a muse; A muse that can lit; A fire in my heart; My only desire; To bleed my ink; On a flesh of paper; For a muse that can; Give worth to my words; A muse that can; Show beauty of my words...
travel in a vacuum of sounds. A place where right becomes left. and colors melt into turquoise sky. Where I sing like wind through trees, and feathers are painted on sacred self.
I will dip myself in a writers vision. A place where up is down and green is blue. Where words dance in a symphonic Orchestra.
I will journey into a portal of dreams. A place where the galaxy pulsates within. and the universe is upside down.
I’m stuck inside somebody else’s head I don’t know who she’s supposed to be. It’s like we’re one single body With two different personalities I swear sometimes neither one can breathe.
Her face is smiling but I feel her soul dying She’s begging me to finally set her free. But she’s the face meant for society The one everybody loves to meet. The one I really want to be.
I’m the one always hiding Behind hallow eyes always lying
Why do I love travelling? because when I travel, I am no longer me, No, I am a series of me’s. I can be who I want to be In a sea of strangers. I can live someone else’s life away from my daily strife. I can set a new routine in a brand new scene and I can be far away from my thoughts of grey. Still, I am always under the same sky Living another life, chasing another high Yet it feels like I live in another universe.
My black and white attitude matches your golden strings My soft touch lay upon your wooden surface and harmony in each others' hearts is what it brings
On my shoulder is where you lie And in my vast body is where I stand Alongside your relentlessly endearing land is the turf of joy and sorrow, where i cry
Your wand is so powerful Enough to destroy my sheet, the one I rule you broke my barrier and there goes your sound to my heart's music, well-fated bound
They said you're but a three-stringed creature But I think you're more than a literature Beyond your ordinary life is golden glamour One strike then luxury is your given demeanor
My keys will showcase your strings Your strings will showcase my keys You're my love, my one and only My one true partner that my heart seeks Through the clouds and reflections of beauty that I've seen, I'm your piano and you're my Violin...
Alone at night, Door is shut, Giving myself, These ****** cuts, I wake up, Blinds are shut, Turn on the light, Red dry cuts, Cover them up, Mask my pain, Even though, Tears fall like rain, At nightfall, I still have scars, New cuts cover, Where old ones are.