I want to breath your perfect breath
I want you dance me to edge of death.

The time short, the night is long,
indulge me the joy of this final song.

Sing me a simple lover's lullaby,
bring me to life before I die.

I want to see the Glory through the lies,
Just one last time through your green eyes.

Let me remember how to be young
before I vanish and the song is sung.

   ~mce

You opened a random book
to a forgotten page:
A formula for loneliness,
a recipe for age.

I never meant to bother you
disturb you happy life,
bu you took down that book yourself
and opened it to strife.

It was a lucky accident,
well, lucky just for me,
but you were taken when that page
fell open for you to see.

It doesn't make you happy,
it makes you ill at ease;
It wasn't what I meant for you,
I hoped that it would please.

Say the word, I'll go away
and leave you to your peace;
forget the ghost who passed your way
just paint your masterpiece.

I know I make you nervous,
I only want to say:
speak the word and I'll be gone,
I'll be gone today.

You woke me up to live again
I can't go back to sleep;
but I will not do harm to you,
I'm not that vain or cheap.

My life is in your little hands
It's up to you you know
to find a place within your heart
Or bid me now to go.

When we first said hello
It was unforgettable
It was awkward
It was real and magical

I looked at you
You stared back
We moved closer
And shakily uttered the first words
The first beguiling words of our relationship
Then we walked away
I looked back and waved
You were already staring

                                                                                    When we last bid farewell
                                                                                     It was unforgettable
                                                                                     It was awkward
                                                                                     It was real and detrimental

                                                                                     I was looking for you
                                                                                     You gazed at me
                                                                                     We moved closer
                                                                                     And shakily uttered the last words
                                                                                     The last agonizing words of our relationship
                                                                                     I looked back and hoped
                                                                                              
                                                                                                                                 ...But you didn't

I was your Hazel Grace
Because I thought I was a grenade

I was in my final year in high school when I started liking you
And soon I would leave the same school we were into

I, and the people around us
We became dependent of your actions
And you made us believe that you liked me, too

So much depends upon this boy I really liked
behind his eye glasses were his eyes that had
always been sending me love letters
that I always wanted to reciprocate
his stunning smile made him look grand every time

So much depends upon this rebel heart
that I was ironically obedient to
Because not granting what this heart wanted
would **** me a hundred times

Until the day came that I needed to leave you
I thought leaving would hurt harder than a heart break
But you were the one who left
And that was when I started believing
that I was not the grenade I once thought I would be
but it was you

*You left me wounded

The hotel room walls
weep as the sandy hair
girl lays on her stomach
while dancing in a dream she'll
never remember.

Her skin was a ******* white
and there were water stains
on the ceiling that made out
the shape of a pistol.

Took a moment to take another
hit and murdered some more
of the hurt today.

It's 4 AM and my day never
ends.

I worked on the Whisky
because the Whisky was there.

I watched her sleep,
she slept like the dead.