I dare you to stay here for a day find me in-between white sheets with yesterdays hair and your t-shirt hanging off my shoulder find you with your silk skin tangled in mine let's forget the difference between the two call out of work tell them you aren't feeling well but tell them you're in the sweetest hands we can watch the sun rise and fall from the same positions we can be the only lovers left in the wicked world find my hair caught in your mouth and my feet curled against the edge of the bed call it working from home
Budding, glowing bulbs. They are shedding their stemmed leaves, blown away and bound by nothing. They are eating themselves alive from the outside in. They are missing the train by mere minutes.
Then October came along with its spindle-like skin, weaving wool and silk through the fibers of her fragile life, being. She is nylon, polyester, a poorly written trope. She is not bound, not made by the earth.
She had a love in her heart And never let it go Even when it led her astray And every night, she lay alone and pondered Asking questions to the midnight sky, and receiving moonbeams for answers. Her nightgown fluttered in the dark room like the wings of a butterfly or moth Her eyes gleamed in the night, like moonbeams of Heavenly design Her hair is strands of silver silk woven by a goddesses loom Her face as pale as the face of the moon Her feet are bare and she treads with an airy float And she dances A magnificent flowing whirl Entrancing all those who see her, a Heavenly girl, The woman in the moon The inquirer of the gods And her wings flutter softly in the spotlight the moon's rays have created for her And she flutters back home.
The people below watch the iridescent butterfly take flight, and they think to themselves "What a lovely night it is!"
girl, with an accent of blood a foreign tongue vowels that sound of metal clashing warrior, with fire flowing through her veins armor for skin feet that crush the earth beneath her immortal, with electricity streaks through her hair iron filled lungs each breath invitingly toxic princess, with lips of silk a voice cut from steel thunder and war in her bones heroine, with a grin made for battle eyes speckled in ash striding, powerful into the arms of death.
So you know who you are It doesn't mean you have your **** together Just because you carry an umbrella doesnt mean you know the weather You're not the designer just because you bought the sweater Smothering an animal doesn't automatically make it leather Besides, there are other things that die under pressure So whatever Just because you read a book once doesn't make you the author You're not a sail boat just because you can float in water Not fitting in doesn't mean you're from mars Just like e-cigarette smoke doesn't turn it into cigars Having a car doesn't mean you know where you are They said you're bright You're not a star You don't have your **** together You just know who you are
Your face bring permanence to the colours of spring. You make my fate to bow down to me. If i have your sorrows, those of the universe mean nothing to me. Your love make my days and nights look like wooven in silk and brocade. You are my alma-mater of love who teach me the purity of love. You doesn't make my heart to skip a beat infact you add more to them. Your face give me tranquillity in this hubbub world...