Curls swirling twirling downwards
Bright spotlights shining on me
Where your eyes should be
Glowing magnets, pull me closer
And stick around a while
A spark that appears sometimes,
Insides floating deep inside,
A longing -
Words not said for words are dead
When silence speaks its volumes for it
My brain gets mushy inside my head
Falling through time and space
Sensations both old and new
Creep up and down my spine
Tickling and tingling a part of my heart
That had the lights shut off a while
Rushing blood deep inside these veins
The pains and gains and strains of life refuse to constrict and contain me
My feet step lightly
Upon the solid ground
The sound in my head rings like bells
But if a feeling isn't real till nobody tells
It'll always remain in its own sort of hell
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 3:32 PM UTC
Curls swirling twirling downwards
Bright spotlights shining on me
Where your eyes should be
Glowing magnets, pull me closer
And stick around a while
A spark that appears sometimes,
Insides floating deep inside,
A longing -
Words not said for words are dead
When silence speaks its volumes for it
My brain gets mushy inside my head
Falling through time and space
Sensations both old and new
Creep up and down my spine
Tickling and tingling a part of my heart
That had the lights shut off a while
Rushing blood deep inside these veins
The pains and gains and strains of life refuse to constrict and contain me
My feet step lightly
Upon the solid ground
The sound in my head rings like bells
But if a feeling isn't real till nobody tells
It'll always remain in its own sort of hell
