Trembling right beneath my skin,
Gaining tempo of my heartbeat,
Splitting in the 7 shades -
The Ray of light that never ever fades.
Master, hold back all the lords
Faking, making my sense worse.
Give it all and take it back,
There's nothing that will ever lack.
Beat, Heart, oh so wild
Beat, Heart, no not mine
Cuddling on a Sunday night,
Waking up and praying to this light,
Searching for a truth in time -
"Will it last?" or "Will it be alright?"
Iris on a verge of death.
Carpe Diem, Flash and all his friends.
Me and You have found it now,
Me and You are as one.
Beat, Heart, oh so wild
Beat, Heart, no-not mine
Me, You are as one
Heart beats heartbeats as one.
for more than a year,
I have been stuck with the indecision to
and it's as if I torture myself with the thought
of what I would do
if you were to bump into me at the grocery store
hair grown out past your chin,
bloodshot eyes; you smell like beer and piss.
would I have the courage to confront you?
or would I take on the "little girl lost" persona
i oh so often do
and crouch behind the stand of sunflowers,
waiting until you have finished fishing through to find your favorite muffins from the display
and go on your way
i just can't fathom
after all these months of trying to change myself,
i can't change the fact that you are still plaguing my body
the bruises on my lips can still be felt.
your scent fills up the room that you refuse to walk into
and it must be some kind of fucking sickness
that no matter what you could have said to me and make me cry
it won't be enough to scare me away
Stockholm syndrome for the ones who keep themselves imprisoned in another's memory
you have made me sick and perverted
but I love you for it.
She rested her head against the windowsill, tracing her fingers along the rigid, empty patches of wood where that white paint used to be. Once up on a time.
The little whisps of hair that lay limply at the back of her neck became startled as the cold from the windowsill carressed her cheek.
Her eyes turned to the night, where the sky nursed the stars. Pockets of light screaming out into the blackness, before fading into the day. As her mind began to drift, She wandered what promise lay behind those diamonds of light. What would she find if she took that blanket of black by the corners and shook it. What would she see.
The girl sat there, her finger still tracing the chipped paint; running after her lingering thoughts. She sat there untill that familair flame grew bright, bleeding night into dawn. Morning came. the dew settled once again.
Fresh from the heavens and as she turned away, her finger stopped. She breathed a sweet sigh. A sigh filled with secrets, covered in beauty. Then she stretched her legs over the side of her bed, the crack from her toes an unapologetic symphony that her feet sang having spent the night bunched up cross legged by the window. Walking across her room to her bedroom door, she reached for the handle, turning it slowly, opening the door to another day.
Another day painted by mercy and given by grace
Every day I don't see you
Leaves me a little misted
I hope that you'd come and clear me up
I never liked morning fog
I'd run to you like a morning jog
Seeing you in running gear is a sight
For the morning for sure
Just about anything you wear
Brings my heart upstairs
For every time you think nobody cares
I live to dare
By instantly denouncing your statements
Because they're causing me abatements
With my heart
With my passion for you
Music to my ears
Would be to hear a confident sentence come out of your mouth and mean it
Nothing would elate me more
That pretty voice of yours needs that sparkle