I wish I could find the words to explain The feeling inside my head more than pain Suffeting,hot flushes, this hangovers insane The stupid things I said lastnight, I could not contain
Try to drinking strong coffee Between the dry heaves Try to enjoy the taste Before contents up and leaves **** you dependencies Taking my moments like thieves Leaving nothing but chaos And wine stains on my sleeves
Tried to sleep it off And avoid everyone Keep curtains closed Hide from the sun Read back through messages See the webs I have spun Palm to my face What the **** have I done?!
A whisper of delight Petals of softness The cloth of beginning The ribbon that ties the knot Will become a beauty
A mother's touch heals the wound And her mouth circles their hearts A smile is a delicate stream that warmths the soul A bud that is bursting Will become kind
Their breathe touches the sky Lights the stars and sparkles the water A thorn will become if the soul is trenched with hatred But he will learn that the soil is the most beautiful place to grow beauty and there it will be, the petals will fall Hit the ground and leave behind what once was
He loves with rapt attention his nearest neighbor an unattainable beauty a temptress veiled in aquamarine and evergreen she has forever been his only muse
he reaches invisible fingers across the void seeking warm earth against the bone chilling blackness for he cannot turn to face the sun
she is breathless beneath his fullness her every landscape willingly unfurls his forceful touch swings her tide from crest to ebb she can only spin in ecstacy
she memorizes each scar on his luminous skin for she is wise to his lunar ways love that borrows light to show its face is surely meant to wane
The soul of a writer is as tormented as the clash of tides in the sea. There is an ongoing battle between what is right and what is wrong. The writer's mind experiences an unexplainable turmoil of raging emotions. There is no escape from the cages that surround the heart except for writing... writing till the words bleed with truth. Till the colour of the ink becomes the colour of their soul.