Mar 2014
If I Could look back I’d find that her lips tasted like champagne lost in time
She was a capsule, of green drugs and good wine.
Made my blood curdle at the thought of losing her.
When our finger intertwined it was as if lacing silk ribbon through leather shoes
the softness binding together the rough
And baby I know it’s hard.
I know it’s hard to forget the wishes you wasted on innocent stars
trust me,
I didn’t know beauty until I felt it with my tongue
the taste of serenity,
the voice of the young.
I count the clocks collected on my walls, not for the time but to measure the end of it all
it is beautiful
it is everything I found in you.
all the stars were worth something and the wishes came true at the sight of you whispering my name.
the way her lips curved
the way they sang when she only utter simple words how collarbones keep me close
with butterfly kisses and I drink my own madness at the thought of her.
she etches words into my skin
she is a mary go round,
a whirlwind!
she is everything I ever hope to find but I am a phlisiopher in the dark,
not yet figured out how to turn on a light but I know patience
and how to make things disappear from sight
I have learned to see with the eyes god could never give me
I have learned to worship my blood
the ceiling inside this hell of a head
I bruise my brain trying to think of ways I cannot.
But what I do know,
is I know how to impress her with my hips.
I know how to love her fingertips
I know the words she will not say and the way she likes her morning coffee.
3 sugar 2 cream
and all that was obscene is now falling into reality I am not Alice,
and this is not a dream
wake up
go back to sleep
I am the object of this scheme
I will not fall in love again.
But darling, when I see trees they whisper your name
their roots show no shame in the way they grow
and neither do i.
everytime my phone rings I know when its you by the way it echoes in my mind
and when my voice shakes upon answering I swear I dont hold my breath for a moment longer then I should
but maybe I do.
I hang myself with the cord of the phone just knowing this is a risk I’m not ready to take
maybe I am.
Maybe when this plane someday finds it way to paradise you’ll be there.
waiting for me in the snow by the beach, knowing that nonsense is something you can't teach
but you taught it to me.
and when your eyes lock on my mine and they remind me of the night sky I know that this is pointless
but baby I do believe that this may not be how i'm picturing and I’m willing
to let you paint brushstrokes on my teeth I’ll return them with kisses on your beautiful cheeks
and Ill fly.
Because If I could look back, her champagne lips would leave me drunk with hope, and I would surrender
and I would stay.
She was a capsule, of green drugs and good wine.
Made my blood curdle at the thought of losing her.
When our finger intertwined it was as if lacing silk ribbon through leather shoes
the softness binding together the rough
And baby I know it’s hard.
I know it’s hard to forget the wishes you wasted on innocent stars
trust me,
I didn’t know beauty until I felt it with my tongue
the taste of serenity,
the voice of the young.
I count the clocks collected on my walls, not for the time but to measure the end of it all
it is beautiful
it is everything I found in you.
all the stars were worth something and the wishes came true at the sight of you whispering my name.
the way her lips curved
the way they sang when she only utter simple words how collarbones keep me close
with butterfly kisses and I drink my own madness at the thought of her.
she etches words into my skin
she is a mary go round,
a whirlwind!
she is everything I ever hope to find but I am a phlisiopher in the dark,
not yet figured out how to turn on a light but I know patience
and how to make things disappear from sight
I have learned to see with the eyes god could never give me
I have learned to worship my blood
the ceiling inside this hell of a head
I bruise my brain trying to think of ways I cannot.
But what I do know,
is I know how to impress her with my hips.
I know how to love her fingertips
I know the words she will not say and the way she likes her morning coffee.
3 sugar 2 cream
and all that was obscene is now falling into reality I am not Alice,
and this is not a dream
wake up
go back to sleep
I am the object of this scheme
I will not fall in love again.
But darling, when I see trees they whisper your name
their roots show no shame in the way they grow
and neither do i.
everytime my phone rings I know when its you by the way it echoes in my mind
and when my voice shakes upon answering I swear I dont hold my breath for a moment longer then I should
but maybe I do.
I hang myself with the cord of the phone just knowing this is a risk I’m not ready to take
maybe I am.
Maybe when this plane someday finds it way to paradise you’ll be there.
waiting for me in the snow by the beach, knowing that nonsense is something you can't teach
but you taught it to me.
and when your eyes lock on my mine and they remind me of the night sky I know that this is pointless
but baby I do believe that this may not be how i'm picturing and I’m willing
to let you paint brushstrokes on my teeth I’ll return them with kisses on your beautiful cheeks
and Ill fly.
Because If I could look back, her champagne lips would leave me drunk with hope, and I would surrender
and I would stay.
A slam peice
