I can taste the colours of your kiss
Fiery crimsons bursting through
Mellow yellows
Exploding into sweet tangelo
Cool blues
Turning violet
As my senses play this quiet duet

I hear music when you touch me
Bass lines throbbing alongside
Exotic rhythms
Tumbling into trembling strings
Soaring voices
Dulcet tones
Within your music my body groans

I can smell flowers in your words
Tender Honeysuckle pervades
Alluring Rose
Sweet Alyssum quickly follows
Heady Jasmine
Lascivious Lilies
Impressions that set my spirit free

You muddle my mind with euphoria
Sensibility rearranged
In anticipation
Of this intoxication
I live
In Synaesthesia
Whenever you are near

(C) Pixievic

When you are already tired of feeling
I guess it is a time for healing
For when you seek something you cannot find
Maybe it is the journey that is not right.
And when you feel the burning bridges little by little
You look forward to a time you cannot cross it
So you do not feel the pain all at once
So you are ready to let it go.
When you are already tired of smiling
I guess this is where you stop
Where you can be yourself once more
Away from prying eyes, you cry your burning tears.
When you are tired of all the sorrow
In finding good where there is none
Looking forward for tomorrow
of getting up and getting gone.
And when you are tired of expecting
You simply do not at all;
You learn to accept, and you learn to let go
So you won't crash in your downfall.
That is when your heart freezes.
No traces.
Emotions cease.
And finally,

Peace.

Learning to love myself
The way I love you
Is easier said
Than done
So I say
I love you
To me
Instead
Of hoping
To hear it from you
And so the process has begun