Let me keep falling in this whirlwind My heart fluttered but you made it thunder This storm wants me turn more of the pages of you The Coldness made me crave you You gave me warmth Inside grows stronger Let me please keep Burning in You You’ll never know This warmth has become this scorching heat for you You are the Joy I have no right to have Imagining holding you and be held by you Suffocates me, takes all of me, takes the oxygen out of my lungs I’ll never know regret You are love and happiness and hope You are my Sun and you are also the Sea Please let me forever drift in you I want to forever Drown in You
Bring it back. Return to me the time I spent with you on my mind. Gather up the seconds I spent with you, Go back to find the laughter, The stolen glances, and The feelings we shared. No need to wrap or tie them neatly, Just bring them back.
Let me hold them in my hands one last time Before I toss them to the flames. Before I loosen my grasp And let the poetry I wrote for you Be carried away by the winds.
Let me look at you one more time. Let me smile at you one more time. Let you see the love for you in my eyes Once more. No more. I will turn my back to you leaving ashes and scattered poetry. You will watch me leave before turning your way as well.
And with our futures in our hands, And our paths clear of each other, Let us run so fast that we have no time to look back.
You took my sadness and carved a knife. You took my sorrow and made a blade. Pushing it into my chest, I watched you as you plunged it in. Breaking bones along the way.
As you twisted it deeper; You smiled. That beautiful smile, How could I hate you? You're everything.
You took my happiness and created life. You took my laughter and designed a future. All while the knife was still there, And you looked at me. With those beautiful eyes. How could I hate you? You're everything.
I bled red love for you, Yet, this wound still stings. I bled purple jealousy too. Yet, you do these things. I bled yellow hope for you. Yet, the pain grows. I bled pink passion too. Yet, my feelings you dispose.
As you pull the knife out, Satisfied with your workmanship, The blade is covered in blood.
You laugh, amused even, It's your favorite color.
I bleed orange for you. Just to please you one last time.