Whisper Me your Dreams, I shall make them come True. As I sail U on My Boat, on Waters that are Blue. Your Fantasies and Desires, Will be on a Journey that's Divine. My Passions will keep pouring, to worship your Holy Shrine. U will find yourself in Heaven, After I read both your Thighs. U are My Angel of Love, who has fallen from the Skies. As U Moan away My Name, I Whisper U My Midnight Magic. The Sun, shows out it's Face and Our caper, ends up Tragic.
And as the night whisks me away I imagine your warm and cold embrace The print of your hand lingering on all that I own and all that I don’t My mind wanders on this Thursday night I don’t know why I hurt so much When the fantaisies were exactly what they were But, We had never met after all Still, your persistent stare and piercing eyes will follow me through the night And you will sing to me as the moon shines down I lost you Again
Call me dour and unimaginative even say in foggy vistas that I am numb and thick-skinned but without mendacity I duly hand on heart thus proclaim I just cannot at all relate to these croaky periphrastic fantasies of weak disenchanted ghosts who cursing their opaque transparency in vacuous bland plasma crave sojourn in howling and bawling begging attention and validity excusez moi mon petite les miserables but your fantasies neither resonates nor romanticize in the sublime realities of those who walk on solid terra firma and despite ghostlore do still see themselves in the dark and know to keep things real
With Her Lipstick on My Collar, and My Kisses on Her Soul. A restless moving Body, was eagerly shooting it's Goal. My Desires were on Fire, waiting to be Burnt. I kept changing positions, so all Her lessons.....She Learnt. It was Our weekend Romance, the Moon was no where in Sight. All Our clothes were scattered, in a room which had no Light. With all Our Chocolate Fantasies and a Butter Scotch full of Dreams. The Night passed away silently with Whispers, Moans and Screams.
When I was younger my mother would tell you that I was a quiet child. I kept my words inside my head and spent my time in my head as I slowly build an imaginary world that I still spend time in today. It's been years since these worlds were created yet I still hold on to them. They comfort me as I navigate the world that my body lives in. The 'real' world locks away the wonder of living And silences my imagination The 'real' worlds music sounds hollow and damp compared to the perfect drift of freedom in my own imagination.
To get swept away, dance through roses and sorrow, colour my soul with the paint from the sky, to tickle my belly with the sun, even when it's grey
I never thought I actually would
And then, I never thought I would be stuck here
In dreams, melancholy, fantasies and daydreams about skies so beautiful I would never ever want to look outside my soul And warmth so tempting I could never feel the refreshing cold reality
I just never saw this coming
And it just feels impossible, you know? To go from fluffy, yellow mist to harsh, sweet life To be awake, to not go back to safe, old dreams To ignore the moon smiling at you, to stop believing you're actually going to be special because in an ordinary world, the only way you are someone is in your head