You tell me not to cry...
So my tears i keep to myself...
I doubt you'll miss me,
You'll be okay.
That's who you are,
But I'm sorry but I'm not the same.
Yes, I'm a pain.
But at the moment I don't care,
Cause you know you're not really fare.
How hard is it for you to spare,
Just a moment with me in prayer.
You think i want so much,
But all I want to see is your devotion to me,
But I guess the buzz is better than the rest.
I don't think I've had a love that is so cold.
But I guess passion dies down as you get older.
I comfort myself with the words...
"You're going to loose her"
But like birds
Flying from North to South,
She has something that there is no cure...
I guess you've turned me into a liar too...
Where i seek the comfort of a special brew,
Of depression pills, allergy pills and a shot of *** or two.
THE CITY OF LOVE
WHERE LOVERS GO
COME LET US GO
SO THAT WE CAN THROW
THE STUFF THAT DRAGS US DOWN
SO THAT THESE FEELINGS MAY DROWN
COVERED WITH LOVE
LET THEM TAKE FLIGHT LIKE A DOVE
AND LET THEM BE BURIED BENEATH
THE EARTH SO DEEP
She lights up the sky
Way up high
Revealing to all
Their steps before they can fall
Hidden in her shadows
Are those who are in the gallows
A reflection from the sun,
All cannot see when she comes undone
Because she shines her light
But what does she hide?
The things she tries to confide,
The invisible hits,
Knocking off bits
Scattering them into the unknown
A smile spreads across her face,
A gleeful sound escapes her lips.
As she runs towards Him,
Her saviour who shines
Brighter than the sun.
The cold mist settles upon
the long grass within
the early hours of the morning.
Silence filled with the soft intakes of breath
As a lonely lover waks the feild
In search of her lover.
The mist hangs low on the ground,
Giving an ethereal feel,
Still she walks alone
Chilled as the morning sun rises
Movement ahead pauses her steps,
The mist slowly fades
As rays of sun penetrate.
Her lover revealed,
Upon His white horse he rides
His hand stretched out towards her.
I sit in awe as I watch you work,
Hands so perfect
That no matter how hard I try,
I cannot capture the beauty and strength they hold.
As each muscle is pulled
As your fingers work
Creating yet another master piece.
Long fingers that create,
Each rounded tip,
as they dip
into the bucket of water next to yiu,
Like a calcuated dance
They move with grace
Hands that words cannot begin to descibe
With all the correct adjectives
To give a clear picture
of beauty untold.
You are my fifty shades of grey.
Like Anastasia Steele I drown for you,
Like an invisible string
My gaze follows you
Always expecting you around every corner.
every time I'm behind the wheel,
But I don't want to change,
Into someone I'm not.
If you're going to love me,
Know me for me.