Took a break from work, Decide to write a poem And I thought of you... In blankets, LOoking for a song,
You're living in a fascinating world Where the languages are different But the people are selfish and Lost at sea Torn apart at the seams
The poem's page is torn into pieces The message is still on the phone As a text I have 12 minutes Before I take you to pieces Look at your ashes They all burn to seamless Floating on the breeze Dusty windows at the yellow dawn Of green day Of ******'s release
"Be a man," keep them out noisy Irishmen break the fight with Italian stilettos from the shop of the British. Irishmen you'll be done when we’re done with ya. But stay in your country.
Piano trilling Drums thrilling Bass pumps straight through your heart Guitar screams, Keys dream, Vocals piercing like a dart— Mist shifts Mood lifts Hot chills electric down your spine Crowd yells Colors swell Lift your hands, lose your sense of time...
You are the poetry I wish I could write Every feeling I get around you Every word of yours I absorb Every stare I wish I could immortalize You are the poem I read over and over in my head The one I wish was mine
Your words are like luscious braeburn apples Sweet and transcendent You are the very definition of oenomel Combining strength with sweetness
Even when you are far away I feel your presence near me I feel your gaze, your love, your heart I can hear the beat as if you were right next to me Like the heavy bass of a metal song it hits every note Lulls me into tranquility
You are the reason I love to write You challenge me to describe how I feel Even when none of these words feel just right
How can I explain the feeling of your eyes, your smile How can I define the connection I feel With such a limited word bank How could I possibly explain why you feel like poetry to me Why your words are like a braeburn apple And why your heartbeat is like the bass of a metal song?
If I could I would illuminate you with more light than this world could possibly contain You'd be brighter than the sun and all the other stars Perhaps that would help you understand Just one drop from my sea of love for you
he always goes back to this song that sounds like moonlight. it sounds like he's basking in the moon's soaked glow, saturated in moonshine. sparkling pearl beads slide down his face as he strums and picks like there's no tomorrow while his silhouette stays indelible in my memory. i dance in my lilac slip while he struggles to find his own harmony and he shuts it down.
i wrote this a bit before about ryan, an awkward ex of mine. if anything, ill always remember his love for the bass. and the way his playing helped me sleep.
My bass guitar & I It's a weird relationship I know, See, I can slap her, but all she does is sing. See, I can pull her strings, but she sets the rhythm. See, I can run my fingers down her neck and she moans so ****. It's a weird relationship I know, But **** do I love it,
How we intertwine in the heat of the moment, To create a song you can feel in your chest. How we play with each other, until we reach our peak. And slowly fade away with one last grunt.