I hope this is not cheesy
for how do i remind
your beauty that hides within.
for how do i describe
and how do i begin.
Your eyes drink my skin
like the first cup of coffee.
it is true
there are daggers in your smile.
Your voice reminds me of a harmonic beat
and its mere thought lulls me to sleep.
The universe melts into your eyes,
as the moon asks
to borrow your light.
You are the air in my lungs
and the words i speak.
Falling for you was not falling at all. It was like walking into a house and suddenly realizing you're home.
They say don't make homes out of humans.
having dreams in your mind
leave you with daggers in your heart
heart of gold but not titanium
Swishing and swirling in a mass of frenzied bubbles
The shark swims after its prey
Sinking diamond cut daggers into the velvet flesh of the next feast to dine on and take into the depths of the sea.
I wrote this years ago whilst listening to a very powerful piano concerto and an image of a shark feeding came into my head.
Perhaps comparisons to you, m’ love,
will be of such fluttering birds with their
silken pearl plumage; soft and fragile dove.
I would challenge those who with this compare.
To do so would create such metaphors with
something mild and predictable, delicate.
You are not breakable or dainty, keen scythe.
You are a graceful storm to not abate.
Mayhap I could liken you to a blade,
a dagger wrapped within smooth satin.
To a deathly flower; lethal nightshade.
For to a white swan you are akin.
Know that a dove is equal your beauty,
yet you are deadly elegance, truly.
I have a heart made of daggers
That could slice your deadbeat life in two
But why should I waste my pity
Spending it all on you?
I sit quietly holding my tongue
Letting your words hit my chest like daggers
Letting them hit me with such force I have to remind myself to breathe
But I don't make you stop
I only let you continue
Never letting words of anger make there way out of my throat
Filtering my words as if they were from a contaiminated stream
Your presence daunts my inner most being
yet I have fallen under your spell of cynicism
I sit quietly holding my tongue
Letting your pessimism pass through me as if I were only air
But I don't put up my walls
Because you have already seen inside of them
I smile and pretend that it doesn't bother me
That your words are not of importance as if they are water under the bridge
Yet they hit me like daggers leaving dents in my armor
but I don't stop you
I just sit quietly and hold my tongue
solitude in the dark
is so comforting
i am fearing...
what may lurk in the light
Inspired by OKGo's "Lately it's So Quiet"
People around me who's got sheathed daggers held behind their backs.
Too many people
Too many faces
Too much attention
In all the wrong places
Too much talking
Not enough quiet
Nothing to stop this
Daggers in my back
Chains at my feet
venting out stuff heh
I fell for you the way my head fell into your shoulder that night
Ever so suddenly.
We became one, as if two pieces of a metal heart became welded together
Except my half was blood red, running with passion and love, while yours ran ice cold.
Your words shot bullets, your eyes shot daggers,
Both of which I felt way too hard,
But the lie "I love you" always felt the worst.
And every day for 649 days your lie hurt more and more
As we both reached the finish line to our relationship.
You ran the race far better than I ever could,
Because you always kept yourself in shape,
While I was too fascinated by those lines made into your abdomen and chest,
Ever so perfectly etched,
But not for me.
You were so in shape, they were so defined so you could reach the finish line for her.
I knew you loved your sports
but this was a game I didn't know I would be playing,
while you knew every detail, and play by play.
And I was just another sucker to fall for it, & for your big brown eyes
Those same eyes that swore they would never leave,
Those same eyes that cried when they realized their lies took over my body and sliced their daggers through my wrists leaving never fading scars.