whispertotheair

whispertotheair May 2013

Addicted

You had the same effect on me
and like an addiction you were for me,
The crave of your touch I would feel
at night falling asleep,
and when I woke up
it would be still here,
craving, wishing
needing your lips.

whispertotheair May 2013

Dark

Tell me what is it like to be happy
Because I haven´t been in a while now
I forgot what it feels like,
So please tell me now.

Her arms around you
and the smile on your face
you dont seem to notice
that everything for me is gray.

Everything is dark
nothing belongs in my mind.
the sounds around me seem to be quiet
and I can´t see anymore what matters.

Hold me like you used to
Let´s take it back
I want to remember
what it feels like.

whispertotheair Apr 2013

Empty nights

When I was younger somebody gave me a dreamcatcher as a gift, I was thrilled and put it right on top of my bed, all the time it just sat there watching over me and guarding the night but it slowly took away everything I had, my nightmares were supposed to go away but they weren't the only thing that left

The dreamcatcher catched my dreams, my fears and my feelings. What is left now are quiet nights, with no color in sight, and the room in my heart for the dreams I will never have.

whispertotheair Apr 2013

An Artist's love

Your life is a poem,
You are the poet.

Your body is the canvas,
Your hands are the brushes.

Your mouth is music,
Your words are a song.

Your eyes are the prologue
Deep from your soul.

whispertotheair Apr 2013

Time.

Seconds seem like ages,
But hours are so short.

Time passes slowly
But it all ends so fast

Hearts beat,
Leaves fall.

Wind blows
Shivers run.

Heart stops
Tears fall

Memories left
A ghost to recall.

whispertotheair Mar 2013

Broken glass

So beautiful yet so immune
As I stare at it I remember
How before you
It wasn't in pieces
It was pure
Now it's unrepearable.

I kneel next to it
Then reach my hand
And take a piece
I see my reflection
And imagine you next to me.

I hold it to thight
And the blood starts to flow
From my hand
Throught the glass
And then drips to the floor.

I don't care
Because I am now with you.

whispertotheair Mar 2013

The curse

Her beauty,
It seemed untrue
Always turning heads,
And some hearts too.
But she got used to it
Too often, too much
Always got bored with the verses they sang,
But when he came,
The right one,
She was used to turning heads
and turning hearts,
She didn´t realize
what she had just passed
it was just another guy,
But was he really just another one?