And so you see that I must go in to this wild abbis Where the dark swirls and the light shrinks away. I'm sorry my love But the night is calling, calling me away The bird song means nothing And laughter is all for naught Because I must go dancing, Dancing to the hill and to the sea where the butterflies spin webs of love and the tiger is my friend.
Trembling on the surface.. That does not compare whats happening inside. A constant war trying to get well. No one likes you Your lying their my friends Thats what they want you to think I try to ignore its cruel words but its stuck in my head. Stick and stones they said, The world is fun they said. I'm psychologically messed up. I don't have a cast but i promise I'm hurting.
I'm cant think strait, nothing goes right. I'm not okay. You cant see it but look in my eyes and I promise you will.
You were the pomegranate nail polish I wore yesterday but have wiped off today. I'm ready for everything to finally change without you I'll be rearranged; in a better state of mind, with you I was wasting my time.
Beauty is in my woman's eyes. I look, I glance, I take in advance To watch the sunsets rise. Beauty are her lips I kiss. Like a sea of red tulips, Like a single folding wave; Her lips seem to dance whilst they slave Away On a summer's day. Beauty are my woman's ******* I touch, I caress. Beauty is in her being - Making love to her; whether its touching, kissing, finding, feeling.
I hope I still haunt you, though. All the words you said to me that were like bullets, The actions you took just to make a point. I hope something reminds you of that and you regret it.
I hope you're happy.
This is not about a guy I dated, for I haven't dated anyone. This is about my section leader from a few years ago. Please don't hate on my writing, its very rude.