I don't know what will happen
In the world of tomorrow.
So today, I'll do my best
With the time I've borrowed
I have been riding the hand of the clock at the very second I met you.
I held as it tick and tock completing a minute, and I held more as it ran an hour.
I was grateful as it counted a day. I was screaming with joy as it reached more than months.
I was a fool for not knowing it was a timer set to end.
You build your nest of pretty words,
Sly threads of verbiage,
Plucked from outworn phrases,
Secondhand sentiments and frayed metaphors.
A thorny simile, a faded pink ribbon,
Of rhetoric woven with silky streamers;
A warp and weft of fond and found,
Borrowed references and stolen verses.
You recycle the shining heart,
Of another’s penmanship,
Modelling it into a tarnished,
Uninspired and untitled composition
...OF YOUR OWN...
‘I get a lot of big ideas, and occasionally I actually come up with one myself.’
- Bauvard, Some Inspiration for the Overenthusiastic
The knife scalps it,
The chaplain advised them to watch and pray,
He is strong and pain is worse to the strong, incapacity is worse,
Once or twice this side of death,
He will just do nothing at all.
I have thought about it for awhile
And don't care what other people say
I want to be part of yout life
This might be the only way
Don't see you as the bad guy
Not mad or angry, just hurt
Even though I know it's wrong
I think "**** he looks **** in that shirt"
Feel the electricity in the air
Can tell you feel the familiar thrill
Is the alcohol to blame?
Or do you truly love me still?
We reach at the same time to touch
Holding your hand just seems so right
I wish that I did not have to let go
Wish I could stay the rest of the night
When I have to say goodbye
It's hard to pull away and leave
I long to remain in your arms forever
It feels better than I dare to believe
Then you lean down to kiss me
It is bliss. It's too perfect to be real
I had almost forgotten how wonderful
Your lips could taste and feel
I know that you're drunk and it's late
I'm hoping that you feel the spark
And I am hoping my mouth will remind you
Of those nights we spent in the dark
Thank you for making me complete again
Giving me your love to borrow
Even if it is just for right now
I will not regret it tomorrow
Tonight I'm gonna love you like there's no tomorrow
Her hair became darker and her thoughts became wild
And her heart became heavy and her dreams became mild
Her lips became softer and her eyes became sorrowed
And her hands became beaten and her love became borrowed
love something in between
love the chase
love the adventure,
but this time
the wings failed to ****** the wind
love the rush
love the warmth
love the ecstasy--
euphoria by something borrowed
love the game
and play it hard
fight or fold
yet what's at stake
is more than I'm willing to risk
Naked I came, naked I’ll leave
Then the worms will dine on me
This circle of life I cannot flee
A painless death is my only plea
There is beauty in bloom, there is beauty in rot
But in the end I’ll care not
Fingers, toes, eyes, and bone
I shall return to earth
Life is a loan
Maybe I'll be a garden.
I borrowed some time from you unconsciously.
You gave it to me, free to do whatever with it.
Did you really intend for it all to happen this way?
You knew before my existence what I would be.
I've never felt more terrified knowing
that the expectations are high for such dirt.
I borrowed it from you.
I borrowed it from you.
The stakes couldn't be more high.
I borrowed this from you.
Some scars are old,
Some are new,
A borrowed heart,