She grazed my eyes with an arrow set to stun. She put another through my soul and I fell hard, so very hard. The next one is for my heart and I am helpless to her fatal shot.
Some hummingbirds Must dream of sugar And I remember your lips Sweeter than sugar Some hummingbirds Take pride in their feathers Yet, vibrant as they are, Your eyes remain treasures And now, my broken wing, It keeps us far apart But I will continue to sing Longing for your heart and your lips, a work of art So here’s a song to the girl that this hummingbird still dreams about
Where did all the time go? The time that flows through the wind It’s a cold breeze out tonight There’s no one to hear my call The night is silent The voices echo They echo through my head They echo through you all It feels like I’ve been put on mute I try my best to listen and understand It’s like deciphering an ancient language My words are lost, our time is up Where did all the time go? I don’t know what’s happening Suddenly I can’t talk anymore It’s taken too long to realise That you’re all gone…
I’m sorry that you have to carry around that key to my heart, that **** rusted thing, not knowing what it unlocked. I’m sorry that we may never meet or that you may never unshackle me from these heavy chains. This is not your burden, only mine to carry. So treat this key As a mystery, as a treasure from me to you. Let it hang around your neck Or under your pillow and remember that someday somewhere is waiting to be unlocked; a treasure for the ages. Remember not to worry; this story doesn’t need a happy ending or an ending at all.
From known to unknown From almost to finished From together to alone From whole to perished From safety to danger From different to normal From before to after From devil to angel From chaos to routine From angry to placid From ***** to clean From bold to timid From everything that was me To everything I've feared to be
Our two souls were brought together from different worlds- perhaps to be entwined. Our stories were weaved into one- through the seas and storms that couldn't keep us apart.
I wait for you In my thoughts, and in my dreams. I don't know how long you'll take, all I know is that you'll be here soon. My reach is far, and my hopes are big, after coming to the realization that you probably won't come, and that this is all in my head.
It's late at night, I don't know what to write. There's a hint of chai in the air to chase away the despair. With Chai as warm as can be, how could I not feel glee? I pick up the pen and close my eyes- it's just me, my Chai and the night skies.
Yes, it's true- I still dream about you, and I still write about all those nights I told the moon about you and your smile. I would wake up the next morning with a smile of my own knowing that you exist. So this one is for every smile and every song we shared. This one is for those countless hours on the phone- they flew by, didn't they? This one is for all the postcards I tried so hard to hold on to- they were all I had left so, most of all, this one is how I say goodbye.
You're just what I need Needed... I miss you But I know I'm not supposed to You're gone now And I need to accept that Still, I tell myself We'll meet again And that you still Think about me too So all I can hope Is that you don't forget me Don't forget what we shared If only for a little while All I can hope Is that you leave a light on For what The future holds
When I eclipse, just know that we will meet again and you will be at my side. I will shine on you again and we will give the world something they won't forget- a dazzling twilight for all to see. I am your sun, you are my moon. Don't leave me in darkness anytime soon.
The left find themselves caught in between socialism and a rebellion. On one hand, they wish to grant their government more power, when on the other, they claim they cannot be trusted. Which one is it? Time is ticking.
I have made a mess of you in my thoughts again. I didn’t know I could feel this way, neither did she. Two hearts, one soul Two cities, one smile Yet we’re both scared for different reasons She feared I wasn’t real I feared it wouldn’t last.
Somewhere tonight there’s a girl writing a song between working two jobs, ignoring the voices that tell her to give up. I hope she never does. I hope her future is a bright one.
I can warm you like a cup of tea on a winter's day, I can chill you like a winter in the U.K. I can lift you up and send you reaching for the stars or I can make you feel the weight of a thousand pulsars. I am the worst feeling in this paradigm, while, at the same time, I am the best feeling you can conjure; I am nostalgia.
It is time for you to let it go. Only you can be the one to erase, to rise above and to move on. Fill your garden with new seeds and learn to love what will blossom.
Does anyone catch themselves in between two realities? Do you wake up in a cold sweat from a dream your mind still believes is real? Obsessing over every little detail until your mind collapses from exhaustion. This isn't a poem, this is a question- or is it? I can't decide.
Today was a good day and yet I still felt empty at the end of it while laying on my bed drowning in music just like every other day. Smiling, I close my eyes And turn up the volume; some days will have highs and some days will have lows; It will be okay.
You live, you breathe, you laugh and don't even know that you are all my love, hope and inspiration all at once. Do you even remember this face and what it was to be as one? Every heartbeat still beats for you, for you are my blood, my soul and my own.
There's a fog that will not lift It blocks my path; all I can do is drift. Despite how lost I may be, I still see a light in front of me. I cannot tell just what it is, a figure, maybe even you or a me I never knew. The figure still shines and I follow through the shadow and cold. Lead the way, tell me where to go.