I don't have many ideas right now. Simply I miss you and love you. I want be in your arms, closest as possible. Touch you. Kiss you, Caress you. I really don't want more.
shh.. Don't speak loudly And listen to the ground So much to say and a lot to do before we die Would you even know a meaning or two Of the meanings of life ? The soul and the ground They say shhhh And listen to the old ones alive They came along time ago from the ground And they know how to walk on the grass And how you should walk down and just watch the sky Do you even know how to walk along the oceans With your beloved wife? I can see your soul tearing up by those eyes Trying to speaks quietly but you just dont know how.
Wrap me in your warmth, it's cold out here Keep me locked in your embrace By the bonfire, allow my body to caress yours From the curves of your lips, the flavor of love, let me taste
Let our bodies be entangled, our souls interlocked Under the starry sky, let's engage in a passionate play Delicately I will touch, the most sacred corners of your body Allow me to remind you how it feels to be loved, let me take you away
i feel like a music box, only coming alive to your touch, when you go away, so do i, to a place in my mind, where it's cold and dark, but there you are again, with your golden fingers, lighting me up, and bringing the song to my lips, letting me live.
Connection All we ever wished for Since we can think of
A soft touch A hearty laugh All meant for us
Loneliness doesn´t suit the pretty face Neither does tears
Still, it´s a part of life You cannot avoid it It all returns to you For you to cry during the night Staring at the ceiling Wondering where you went wrong
Nowhere to go Nowhere to hide
Yet you might feel at home Because you keep hoping A feeling more powerful than time
It made you what you are You should be proud Instead of frowning at your reflection In the bathroom mirror
Your body carried you Your mind shaped you Even without a friend Even without a partner
It is you A choice to make
Wherever you like seeing the tears Or reject their existence
slighted fingertips withdrawing from a near-fatal embrace how does it feel? to brush precariously at the edge of something infinitely beautiful; to find the void greeting you instead.
curled at waist height or tied to the belt loops of jeans or smushed into pockets, balled up waiting for another chance to extend again.
there in the throes of night unclenching, reclenching fists lay, wondering
will the next time will be different and how will it feel?
