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I'm staring into your eyes,
And I think out of all the guys,
You chose me.
And I'm staring at you while you sleep,
Sounding like some sort of creep,
But it's surreal.
This is dreamlike.
I feel like time goes a little slower with you,
I feel like life will never be over with you,
I ******* love what I feel when I see you.
I live for the emotion you make me feel,
I live for the oxytocin my brain starts to spill,
The chemical love drug in my head.
It makes me think of you late at night lyin' in bed.
It's times without you I'm starting to dread.
More and more.
Because I think I love you,
I'm all for you.
But I'm trying to work some things out in life.
And I'm certainly not trying to introduce you to the strife,
That makes up my everyday routine.
Girl you make me dream.
But in the grand scheme,
Will it really matter?
Because these words we trade may flatter,
But in the end what comes after?
Some departing words and some broken hearts?
I don't know if I can stand to go through that again.
I don't know if I can stand to go through it again.
I can't go to sleep runnin' this through my head.
I love you,
You make me toss and turn in my bed.
You make me have beautiful dreams in my bed.
You make me wish we could lay awake in my bed.
I think I love you...
Off
I know
I'm a turn off
To you
And I may not
Be perfect
I know I'm not
But I wanna
Be yours
rain
is all
the people
who have died
crying
for those
who
are doing
wrong
 Oct 2014 snarkysparkles
es
in september i learnt
that the dead lives
among the living but not all
sees

when i was fifteen i once played
the ouija board
i said goodbye but
the spirit never left

my mother never understood my
incessant insomnia
she never saw the dreams
of strangers in my bed

she does not hear the voices
of people long gone
yearning to be heard
once more

it is said that in order
to live
you must first learn the
meaning of death

every night i made my bed out of
suicide notes and
broken bones and
overdosed cough mixtures

i once sat on the windowsill
a friend i once called a friend
helped me tight
while i cried

a love i cannot love told me
not to wake up and
regret
it would be too late by then

this is what i learnt in september
that some of us die in the
suffocation of the
overnight casket

and if i forget to come home
one night
i hope you read the signs clearly
this time
 Oct 2014 snarkysparkles
Neath
Smile
 Oct 2014 snarkysparkles
Neath
She was there smiling for me
without
hesitation
without
**medication
Cherish the ones that are there for you.
 Oct 2014 snarkysparkles
ryn
Are we fated to dance to the same tune alone in our separate universes?
Is it true that we must silently keep to our preordained curses?

Are we destined to swoon at the beauty of the moon at differing time slots?
Why were we given invisible ink to connect our lives' dots?

Must it be that our lives revolve around the whims of the sun?
Isn't it ludicrous that we won't see the intricate webs we've spun?

Was it the plan that we exist only in our minds and hearts?
Why do we have to tolerate starting when the other's ending and end at the other's starts?

Has it been written that we can only afford to infinitely chase each others heartbeats?
Was it foretold that we're trapped in a singular notion that never really fits?

Is the game set as such that we can never emerge as winners?
How is it that the ocean was made out of our tears that flowed from rivers?

Why is it that with our entirety we believe but do not know?
What's the reason for the path made clear but we're too afraid to go?

What does it entail to possess the very least but yet you covet it the most?
How do you pride yourself in something but not allowed to boast?

Why do we frantically scramble to piece together jagged shards?
Can't we just play this blasted deck of lousy cards?

Is it destiny or cruelty to have found then lost?
Why does it seem absurd that we have all its takes but can't afford the cost?

Is it the thoughts that **** or the emotions that debilitate?
Is it the challenges we take on or the curveballs we anticipate?

Why bother when sheer folly is all it seems to be?
Why tarry when the heart is free and the mind is ready?

Is it ridiculous to have found myself still very bothered?
Is it wrong to question fate that had always bound us tethered?

Why is the good always bad and the bad becomes worse?
Is it true that the harder we fight, the deeper we immerse?

Has life turned to be but sad little rhetorics?
Are we but performers on stages coerced into theatrics?

Is it time for me to surface this one-man submarine?
Will it be so that if I do, my journey would then begin...?
A host of rhetorical questions from my older writes...

"Surface this one-man submarine"  isn't mine... It's Brandon Boyd's.
Taken off Incubus' " Love Hurts"
I'm risking my freedom, for your kiss.
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