Stillness in heart, haywire thoughts. Ever seen a burning rose? blood dripping off from the cut of it's thorn. A half read novel, a story half told. An empty sea, woman in white marching through it. A desert full of rose, with the sky on the ground. Tell me where you see the stars? when I carry the universe within me.
Let my words slide like slithering snakes on your tongue Devour my sentence structure like children ******* thumbs Feel the anguish of fake people that can't see, touch or hear Then when your tears sludge the page, I am your master puppeteer May every letter leave you wetter and each comma stir up drama And when you reach the end of it all, you'll be begging for more trauma.
You, you had me hooked from the very first, the very first moment, Stories of Peter Pan running in my head, We flew away and had times of the greatest value, Now here I am, stuck in this tragic place, Under the ground of a trainstation, Like the punished soul of that Anna you missed, A russian girl you'll never forget.
You, you had me hooked from the very beginning, Our eyes met only for a short recognition, Only then I knew who she was to you And what I meant all along.
you picked me up and spread me apart over and over leaving your notes in the margins and fingerprints on my pages. now no matter who reads me all they can see is you, staining each page with blue ink and a hopeful heart.
- we had that don't talk or you might wake it love.