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Tiffany Bourlet Feb 2011
Your eyes look towards mine,
but you're seeing past me.
My heart was yours when there were no clouds.
The sun shining down,
Why didn't I see through the rays?
Instead I only saw your face.
This darkness takes its shape.
Why does it look so much like you?
You belong to the night, and all of it's evil.
Taking over my days, and my brightness.
I can't see the sun, because your name is eclipse.
I am worthless to you; to the twilight.
Someday, I'll say adieu.
Tiffany Bourlet Feb 2011
I know that I can't define the word sanity..
It's never been a part of me,
not sure when I started to slip away,
I wish I could stay,
but the bleeding takes me, takes me away...
and the color in my eyes,
the blue is grey,
And the red in my cheeks,
long since slipped away...
I'm not sure what my mind has to say,
For the consequences my heart has to pay..
Tiffany Bourlet Feb 2011
Towel falling to the floor, soaked in things we couldn't cure.
and the brightest room is dark around me,
I'm still stuck here, where you used to find me.
But my lining fades from silver to blue,
and these rain clouds never break on cue.
Love is broken in the middle,
Our hearts went naked into the puddle...
And into the deep, to quickly drown,
and to this dark, I am forever bound.
time can slow, but still it's changed,
And all remains, a towel stained...
Tiffany Bourlet Feb 2011
Gas to my brain, your faces image,
an embrace I've been longing for,
eyes glued to my door,
where You will never walk through,
Im familiar with a dream of you.

Your hands caress my memories,
Your lips supress my deepest hope,
and with this distance, I must cope.
your voice paints my cheeks so red,
But this love is only in my head.

My ears are friends with forget.
You whisper your love from so far away,
because we know it's wrong to stay,
Waiting is our current game,
And on my tongue, is your beautiful name.
Tiffany Bourlet Feb 2011
On a night of fate,
a celestial being manifested,
a set of golden optics,
Shared a moment with a set of blue.

Shaking metacarpus,
soft against an elated visage.
two minds, two bodies.
two souls, two mates.

Breaths of desperation,
words wrapped around a vascular piece,
Forcing them to stay,
not to say. No; never to say.

the stars are crossed,
a with held fate,
Forbidden to love,
a censored verse, a poet corraled.

Began a word of truth,
Hold it dear to our souls,
and letting go will never be,
on a night of fate.

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