We meet and I tremble.
Life shifts and I fit
Perfectly aginst your chest.
You said beautiful things
like lets
And I have never heard things
like the things you said,
in your finger tips.
I trip
and I fall to hard
under sharp stars.
Become aware i'm to far under high bars.
So hate me freely
and while i'm broken
I am not needy
needing is for those who think
beyond brething
I feel to far beyond saving,
fingers tremble
life shifting
I'm shaking
praying to empty space
for day to brake
I am faking,
faigning,
saying to much.
Saying nothing not enough,
thinking, thinking thinging
For me to forget ,
for my own sake
that I loved our lust
the magic the star dust.
the smell of musk and
brown eyes
drowned in rememberance
of soft sigh
the lies laced in
each kiss
and unspoken promises
I'm haunted
by falling stars
by falling stars
put out by an ocean of fears
taste of dissapointent
the falling of tears .
I feel like drowning and counting
on stars to drop
wishing on things
that will let me down
like hope
like hoping to drown.
letting my sarrow hold me
in tight grip
untill tomorrow.
the sun is the only star
I should have clung too,
you were the only one
you are every one
I have ever come undone too.
Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 5:33 PM UTC
We meet and I tremble.
Life shifts and I fit
Perfectly aginst your chest.
You said beautiful things
like lets
And I have never heard things
like the things you said,
in your finger tips.
I trip
and I fall to hard
under sharp stars.
Become aware i'm to far under high bars.
So hate me freely
and while i'm broken
I am not needy
needing is for those who think
beyond brething
I feel to far beyond saving,
fingers tremble
life shifting
I'm shaking
praying to empty space
for day to brake
I am faking,
faigning,
saying to much.
Saying nothing not enough,
thinking, thinking thinging
For me to forget ,
for my own sake
that I loved our lust
the magic the star dust.
the smell of musk and
brown eyes
drowned in rememberance
of soft sigh
the lies laced in
each kiss
and unspoken promises
I'm haunted
by falling stars
by falling stars
put out by an ocean of fears
taste of dissapointent
the falling of tears .
I feel like drowning and counting
on stars to drop
wishing on things
that will let me down
like hope
like hoping to drown.
letting my sarrow hold me
in tight grip
untill tomorrow.
the sun is the only star
I should have clung too,
you were the only one
you are every one
I have ever come undone too.
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