Lost my way in the storm of your body,
kissing your lips kept track of my steps
I noticed every line and curve of this mountain
made a map to help myself.
I looked around to find these eyes full of love,
and I did find them, befogged,
I found the very eyes that made me fall in love
looking at another person’s route.
I wasn’t the only one climbing your peaks
but that’s what you made me believe.
What a thunderous event, isn’t it?
“it isn’t what it seems to be”
you say? sure.
I have heard better lies
by the very thieves who came that night
who robbed me of my conscious mind,
blindfolded my eyes with believes
pushed me in a storm and made me leave
my childish thoughts about you,
about what I thought was love.
I made a map of your body
just to find my way
out of the forest where
trees grew
l i e s.
-no bitter fruit than truth
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 7:06 AM UTC
Lost my way in the storm of your body,
kissing your lips kept track of my steps
I noticed every line and curve of this mountain
made a map to help myself.
I looked around to find these eyes full of love,
and I did find them, befogged,
I found the very eyes that made me fall in love
looking at another person’s route.
I wasn’t the only one climbing your peaks
but that’s what you made me believe.
What a thunderous event, isn’t it?
“it isn’t what it seems to be”
you say? sure.
I have heard better lies
by the very thieves who came that night
who robbed me of my conscious mind,
blindfolded my eyes with believes
pushed me in a storm and made me leave
my childish thoughts about you,
about what I thought was love.
I made a map of your body
just to find my way
out of the forest where
trees grew
l i e s.
-no bitter fruit than truth