I am yours. To keep Or ****- To own Or burn; Freeze and melt, And drip down into Earth.. Yours- Until nights are dreamless And the day sky loses the moon- Yours... Because when you kiss me Planets arrive suspended- in perfect silence traveling Through the loneliest stitch of space- of infinite galaxies- Of Rolling hills of black. I forget all the empty things, I forget that I am a drifter Into every morning that bears The Dying day...
Your smile Ignites spinning Stones
in space- Sets stars aflame... Pouring itself down into patient Drifting planets- dripping Life into the dark
If you squeeze my heart And take it, So be it. Because you have rearranged the notes; Changed the measure Of its beating. When you enter, Walls shatter and collapse Ceilings.
In you the earth stands still- In you it turns again.
Yes my love, I do walk with wildfires-
I will only rise above you, so the devil can not see you. I will hide you beneath my skin, in between my bones, If you are tired of being alone... In a world, thats not your home
A hand I reach to the tulip in my garden A greet to this life I found new meaning A family I want, our love will not be forgoten I say forever and mean it, aslong as im breathing Regardless of the results, I'll be here darling Till we are there we will just be dreaming I love you baby, you are absolutely charming
Skewed, and Angled. Perception of time seems so vulnerable, at least able to be captured.. mangled. Away it flies, yet draws closer by the second; quilted with its own set of rules and manners.. entangled.. in itself. Oxymoronic. The ultimate healer, but kills all, besides itself, "In time." Dividing a fine line between happiness and misery.. Above rides the wind, and below, the waves. Neither can go back, or skip ahead.
Looking at the bathroom mirror knowing I was the one who broke it I don't believe in luck but I was fortunate enough to wind up with only a small scratch on my wrist below the side of my fist where I hit the spot in a fit of rage The cracks spread out in a strange shape like half of a heart shattered to pieces most which were cleaned up but I've still found a few in here, even after seven years.
Bills are scheming with a lightweight check again. Swear to God they must by best of friends. And now I'm sitting solo on my couch again with these 4 walls. They've become parenthetic.
It's the same everywhere, I know. Same for my friends. 'Cuz the loan checks that we're writing won't pay dividends. We majored in Assumptions, tossed our caps and then we found new meanings for what's copasetic.
Now it's easy... too **** easy... So easy... It's too easy.
To wander these same neighborhoods and stay in tiny, ****** apartments when the loose ends of your 20s tangle and you're tied to where you've always been.
And I'll never ask for FOR ANYONE'S HELP. But I still can't take CARE OF MYSELF. So I'll COOK MY DINNERS ON THESE BURNING BILLS and laugh my way to the bank so they can repossess my smile.
Days keep blurring through to nightlight gleams, I know time is racing past but thoughts are slowed. And I'll be sitting pretty on my couch alone inside 4 walls because habits are a home.
It's the same everywhere, I know. Same for us all. Late nights and lame jokes we're making push back walls. We majored in Assumptions, tossed our caps and all we found were new ways to be pathetic.
But it's easy... just too easy... So easy... It's too easy.
To stay in soured relationships, stay still in tiny, ****** apartments when the low points of your paychecks dangle while you're trying to climb as high as rent.
And we couldn't be in ANY WORSE HEALTH. And we couldn't be less FAIR TO OURSELVES but we'll keep on keeping like it's copasetic
And we'll never ask for ANYONE'S HELP. Though we still can't take CARE OF OURSELVES. So we'll COOK PLATES OF CROW ON OUR BURNING BILLS and laugh our way downtown where we can reassess our smiles.