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Lyka Jan 2013
I live in the melody of your laughter
and dance in the ocean of your eyes.
I'm in love with the way you drink water,
because you know where you came from.
 
These are are vessels that we have been given to travel in
we will live in them, we will die in them
The water wont always be as smooth as glass,
a reflection of all you have been
 
And there is the book you are writing, with all blank pages.
The ones that carry your words are torn out and scattered,
like seedlings on the wind, growing places you will never touch
Whose eyes will drift upon them, whose souls will they reach?
 
You trade pieces along the way,
a puzzle made of up secrets and dreams that aren't yours.
 Stretch your hands to the sun,
like the trees growing tall.
Feel its light pierce your skin,
and live in your blood.
Lyka Jan 2013
On this side of eternity
we can pick the passionflowers that bloom in our eyes
and use their seeds for our garden.
That we grew using the golden and blood colors of sunset.
We can be the comets that bring water to distant plants
to create life
that doesn't even exist in our heads.
We can be our dreams of the past and our echoes of the future.
Where we can weave my lightning and your thunder to sing the clouds to the sky.
 
But before I can reach you
I have to break down my own walls.
 
Where we can find each other again
even though we aren't even looking.
Lyka Dec 2010
I burnt the letter that I wrote for you. Not that it matters, I wouldn't have let you read it anyway. And I've almost completely forgotten the words to that song, but I'm writing a new one. I hope you can find your lyrics too.

You said that everything used to be easier, and I wonder if you miss that place like I sometimes do.

He talked about ghost cats, but I could use the company. She talked about how your 40's will be the best years of your life, but you don't want to live that long.
Lyka Dec 2010
The stars dance and the city is burning with light.
The music blares and the wind tears at my hair.

Lets leave this town for a little while, leave it for an older one. One we knew, and one we are just discovering.
Lyka Dec 2010
It would be nice to see you again,
but I don't miss you at all.
I missed you enough when you were right in front of me. So I guess I've run out of those feelings.

I thought of you at the beginning, because the feeling was similar to the one that you gave me. I wanted to call you, but when I sank into the grass I remembered that I don't have anything left to say to you.

All those nights I fell asleep thinking about you, I never once dreamed of you. It wasn't until later that you finally invaded my sleeping mind.

I like your pictures, you look like you are starting to smile with your eyes.
Lyka Dec 2010
Outside the wind is tearing the world apart.
But we're safe in here.
You were there in my past, but I cant quite remember you, the memories elude me like unsettled ghosts.
This room is full of sad people, but the future belongs to those with stained hands.
I wonder what I would have to trade to gain your gift, I'll just keep practicing.
We aren't going anywhere, so I'm just going to drink this pineapple juice and watch the patterns in the smoke.

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