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Marry me, because my heart needs your love.
marry me, because I want to make you happy
because with you I lost my soul
and gave it a home...

Be mine, because I cannot be without you,
be mine, and let my whispers touch your skin
tonight and every hour.

Say yes, I'll make love to you at every sunset,
let me be your man, your prince, the guy of your dreams,
so I can steal your gasps and delirium
while the moon light shines through the opened window.

Marry me now and forever,
because if I get one wish in this life,
it would be you and me
holding hands until we die.
ideas? I'll be proposing with this one so let me know if you'd rephrase or add something.
I'm not mad or crazy, at the emptiness of the glass
I believe things mean something when it matters not..
Your eyes for example, serve as a pool of hope
but is only when I'm drunk, that I wish them gone.
Gone from the darkness I call life, like a breeze of cold air
when you cry to me at night, and I listen during the day..
nothing keeps repeating in my mind,
a light shines through what I can only think is dust..
everything, I mean everything is falling apart,
only I listen to my heart.
I learned when I was dying, that life is short..
that nothing means everything, when you have lost.
Life's simplicity is full of complexity,
for what is beautiful without imperfections?,
or what is precious without the risk of loosing it?...
what is everything if you don't understand nothing?.

Pieces that fall in place,
time after time again...
love seems to forget who we are.

I whispered to the Gods,
they whispered back, and for years to come
I didn't hear them talk...
A whisper reached my soul,
sanity lost control,
I found what I've been looking for
even without knowing, that she was mine all along.

Dreams don't mean a thing
when you dream of reality...
that dream I used to have
is now mine to nurture, care and love.
I'm afraid to say the words,
my ruthless brain lives in the void
of the fears of my heart
breaking apart.

I lost respect for God
the moment I saw you walk,
for which I knew I've met
a God forbidden silhouette.
Dark is the night
my eyes that slowly close,
to the movement
of the lonely drops of rain.

I feel that I can't feel you
close to me like I want,
your skin is there
and so is your body,
but not my place in your heart.

Long was the evening
when all I could be was your pain,
letting my mind play the games
I know I'd lose each and every day.

Short were the words we used,
after an eternity,
felt like,
of deep misleading truth.

At the end of my sanity,
there is always a soft voice
that screams at my face,
to curse me out to tears.

It is the silhouette of reality
the reminder of complete misery,
the bright image
of me loosing you to pieces.

Love I'm sorry I am a fool
sorry my mind plays the same tune,
but vulnerable by the touch of your eyes
I surrender my pride to you
and hope you never remember.

— The End —