He flipped the pages one after another his curious fingers tracing each syllable of her untold story, the deeper he dived in her mystic maze his fingers were smudged with ink and her tears the words were stripped her soul was bare and he fell in love with her cryptic layers
It took three drinks just to get me here. You said it wasn’t enough, that it wasn’t clear. Four calls to your voicemail. I didn’t understand why, but I apologized. Two trips down memory lane And I don’t think it will ever be like that again. One moment of clarity But I can tell you’re forcing that smile.
I can’t bring myself to tell you what’s wrong with me. Maybe I’m too afraid you’ll be angry. No one’s been able to look under the surface. It’s a mess like a circus, I thought it was my burden. I couldn’t look at you and hope that you would understand. That’s why I keep it close to the chest.
It took six drinks just to get us here. You said it wasn’t my fault, but it is my dear. Five hugs and a kiss for luck. I want to tell you more but my words are stuck. One date to make it up to you And I’m so sorry.
Oh moonchild, it is safe now, Unfold your layers till you discover the stardust and ecstasy residing within.
You are but a speck in the creation of life, born of constellations your mind cannot fathom, existing parallel to each equinox awaited, although the vast is mystified and serene, remember oh moonchild, you are deserving of the radiance you shine onto others.
Unfold your layers and look inward for there you will find, the glories the skies contain confide the very heart which you thought benign.
my mind may have layers stairs and levels twisting and turning halls and rooms but don't be fooled my mind is not a building my mind is not a home in fact my mind is where i get lost the most I can't find refuge not even in my own head
Underneath all these layers (The layers of an onion) [Like Shrek, full of layers] -pretty sure the onion quote is dead-
I don't want you to remove my layers to find a person that isn't the same on the outside.
Onions are perfect because with each layer they look exactly alike.
If you took me apart we'd find the person I think you want me to be. (If you took me apart you'd be a murderer) [Don't try to find out, organs don't talk.] -The mess would be such a hassle-
I wish someone could tell me. It's all in the way, these layers they're all that we have.
I've been quoting the onions almost my entire life, I don't know if that's how great the line is or how much I haven't grown. Could be both. Pro tip: turn on a fan when cutting onions makes the process a whole lot easier.
Sky’s feathers shedding on earth’s burned umber skin in a drifting dance spelling away the winds, with penetrating kisses slowing down earth’s temper, cooling in between its layers, touching gently its crisp unfreezing its heart, bringing back on earth the sublime.
Snowflakes Make the earth feel loved by the sky
That's why, I believe in snowflakes, Even if you would say, anyway, they melt.