These days the colors of your voice paint time.
Minds bound together, but a frosty distance between.
Your soul dances fluently, a force I crave to absorb.
All I can do is breathe sounds into you while your arctic gaze unravels my deep makeup.

I revel in the acidic pain you've carelessly carved and I welcome it because nothing else exists.  

I shake, I’m scared. I blush, I’m on fire.
You watch tranquilly as if amused by a child.

Seized by your enigma my purity transforms into treachery.

I laugh because I'm flying
You laugh because you know I’d let you do everything to me
and we both cry, because you just might.

I'm a prisoner of my own words
trapped inside
thoughts of endless meaning
hidden behind clichés of familiarity.
Another torn memory;
a mistake I can't take back.
Echoes of words said
stuck inside the cell of no return.
I'm living on borrowed time
and, my darling, there's no cure for the endless word rhymes.
The beginning is the end
the enemy of my enemy is my friend.
Never ending
circle of circles.
I'm an inmate of my own mind
haunted by regret and broken dreams
there's no escaping
     no where to hide
I'm a prisoner of what's on
the inside.

The first we met to say hi we were shy,  
Times we spent the best I can't deny,
I was happy with you as if I was high,
The end a lump in my throat I said goodbye,  

You ignored me and time killed my hope,
My life heads downwards as fast as *****,  
Your absence a situation that I can never cope,  
Holding on hurts more than letting go of the rope,  

What connects you and me now,  
Our pictures and memories,  
That to my cold heart,  
They mean another breeze,  

I broke my pride and to you I plead,
Ignored me again letting my wounds bleed,
I picked them up every little piece,
And I'm walking away as far as Greece,

©2015 AROODY

Because someday,
You'll forget his scent.
And someday,
You won't reread those letters.
And someday, those memories will be so faded, you'll question what was real.
And while he'll never mean nothing to you,
You'll move on.
You know, maybe you never will find "better".
But at least you'll find something different.
Something,
Easier..

It was the kind of love that kept you up until 2 am.
The kind of love that always kept you reaching for one more kiss.
It was the most beautiful kind of love.
The kind of love in fairy tales.
The hardest to keep,
And the hardest to let go.

I was the one who watched you
Stray from the one you loved.
Each night to her, you'd say,
"I love you".
And now she means nothing.
Which makes me wonder if
All of this will soon be
Nothing, too.

just a song.
simply a melody.
how is it capable
to make me feel
all this?