They asked me how I knew
That I loved only you. Do you know what I said? The first thing that came to my head? I told them you're like lo-fi indie One tear and you're there for me Waiting to sing and help me through One hour in your arms and I'm back to new. And, like the music, you fill out the edges The sharp that cut up my senses You pad them out and soften them up So when I fall, I don't feel so struck.
Hovering where here
On the edge of a mountain Holding steady fast A tired high, a subtle cliff A calling fall which rings out
This one is about that lost feeling when you're traveling between work and personal time. Stuck between repetitious duty and selfish desire.
Physical I want you wrapped around me I want your fingers between mine Your breath over my body Breathe life into me I beg you I want your name engraved on my lips Your sweetness covering every piece Molded together I need you Inside me, my mind, all of me Fill my missing parts Smooth my broken edges I surrender Put me back together with your body With your words Force me to be hole again Blow, break, burn, cool and make me new Wrap your name tight around my insides Brand me I can be what you need Never ending cravings I’ll fulfill your needs Euphoria I was born to make you feel it Mentally Physically
I wrote this after meeting someone who I immediately felt a connection to. A connection I haven’t felt in years. He told me he could feel the brokenness in me and he wanted to put my pieces back together and he didn’t know why yet..
With her jagged edges she stands,
gazing upon the connection between the well versed, as her language remains misunderstood, dark and chaotic. Her edges are sharp, and grooves are too deep. The rhythm of her heart & blood pulsation feel out of orbit. An outsider, an outcast trying to jam to fit in puzzles; blunting her edges, painting herself with different hues to blend. Yet within she is out of tune.
literally virtually true if you can gnow rants from reason which, btw once renamed notre dame, to feed a blood-lusting mob, to keep it from coming to reason; if you can gnow all that good and evil can be, then way past kipling, or shakenspears du kennst find a satisfied credible literal peace during virtual musings keeping time with chaos in sweet suasion so sweet almost too sweet to be credible, but not. That's the key. Knowing true.
A high flow period. This seems...
The ******* of a voice in one’s heart,
The soundness of longing, Echoes of an empty love, Oh, the noise of the thoughts in memory, The pictured message in the painting, Paintings of desire. Silence be a double dagger, But numb is the cut on love’s edges. Why do I have a feeling, that you have a feeling, the one that I’m feeling? Insecurities be shaped like a question mark, Indecisiveness be an exclamation, Pity be on the tears that clog the eyes.
Completed: 11th August 2018 [19:25 PM]
Illusions you’ve brought,
Magical shows I’ve fallen for. Our love hangs on the brooms, With all the edges. You’ve pulled the rabbit out of my hat. I’ve fallen for you, Deep in an underwater chain escape. Yet rest I find, With all the edges. With cards on my hand, You’ve signed your love on my hearts. Spades bringing up all the seams. A club of diamonds you are. With all the edges.
expected me to be a perfect circle. With no sharp edges or rough corners. I'm sorry, but I'm not perfect in the way that you want to me to be. I am perfect in my own way.
All of us are!
A love that never was
Oh but I felt it As we left it behind getting cut on the raw edges not yet worn by time or effort Just a fresh feeling
I really did love her