Can't sleep till you rest with me.
Our heavy heads in perpetual search of peace.
I wanna fly or fall into your arms, but I can't trust in lust.
It leads to scars.
If I held your hand like you hold my heart, would it all break in two would it fall apart?
This world is cold and filled with cynics. Frozen lies that lead to warm truths. Beautiful messes that defy lyrics, broken Heroes that run toll booths.
When does poetry become song?
An arrow like note to lodge in the hearts of man, evoking tears of love and loss- this pain is costing me ... Everything. ..
In the arms of another man.