I run my fingertips
Through fields of gold
Touching on the edge of your reasoning
Blue
**A moment of sadness
Or the colour of tranquility**
Ripping skin
Painful memories
A distance
A time that has slipped away
Single handed perfection
An artist of words
*play with fire if you will
for tomorrow
My voice will hold the
Fire of a molitude*
If the illusion of life ways you down
Hold fast
For we can never know
When life will deal an ace
Be ready to paint grafitti
Across the sky in the hues of your emotions
Let there be time to fly just once before we die
May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 7:53 PM UTC
I run my fingertips
Through fields of gold
Touching on the edge of your reasoning
Blue
**A moment of sadness
Or the colour of tranquility**
Ripping skin
Painful memories
A distance
A time that has slipped away
Single handed perfection
An artist of words
*play with fire if you will
for tomorrow
My voice will hold the
Fire of a molitude*
If the illusion of life ways you down
Hold fast
For we can never know
When life will deal an ace
Be ready to paint grafitti
Across the sky in the hues of your emotions
Let there be time to fly just once before we die
