I want to hold your hand rather desperately.

Be still my heart
The world has just begun
To see the stars
For what they really are.

I, a dusty piece of gold
standing on the lattice, peering
searching for a token of life
when suddenly the rustling steps
recklessly electrifying the outgrown grass on my doorstep
and I,
half-existent
half-hope
imprisoned in a cage of oblivion
but listen, thief
as you despise the dust on my skeleton
I'll hang your laughs on the walls
where lilies will grow from the echoes of your fingers
catch the breeze that tickled your cheek
and throw it in a jar to color the void
I'll knit a ghost out of your grimaces
that will keep me company when the space thrives
and your odor that's time-challenging
It belongs to the days of yore
The days where poets were to rule the world
and a blow in the dust brought life back to life

*Parting from the strings of liberty;
the gold misses its thief.

I have the brightest light and his is kinda dim.
But  I don't hit the right notes and his is sounding like a good hyme.
He's the one that loves to much when it comes to friends, and when comes home at night love sick I just say "here I am".
The mirror don't know  me when I talk the truth but I know he hears me when he comes back and say "is my noise to big or somethin"?
Why do you stare at me like that's gonna change your situation?
Let's not point fingers cause the same fingers is gunna hold you tonight.
I'm hear then I'm here even when those brown eyes are trying to hide the hurt or won't disappear.
Come to me and look at me again,
I will tell you it again
I love you and when I can't talk to you.
That's why we gave our life to the truth so you don't have to lie with a man.

You have no idea what goes on in my mind:
thousands of flying insects,
buzzing,
biting at my brain,
spreading darkness,
and dots and dots and dots
of agony.
I'm spotted and I'm haunted
by sounds of the world below.
Madness turns me into pieces,
it eat me out alive,
it makes me bow my head down
on dirt,
and the dirt starts climbing up.