"toucher" poems
Lost in reverie
Of being with you
So far and yet, so close
No good wishing for what can't.
Hope in words
To redeem found spark
Never assume, always ask
Can't ever know what reward awaits.
So, lark some more
By window ajar, lovebirds
Flutter onward with affection
Whose depth can be but felt in song.
Star Toucher, 22 March 2013
Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 10:50 AM UTC
Driftin'.........driftin'......driftin'.......
Oh, liftin'........liftin'......lift us
Carryin'.......carryin'.......carry away....
Ah, Jesus .....
Driftin' on this sea
That nobody can see.....
Come.....come with me......
Let us meet that rising tide
Let us drift away.....
On celestial kites.
High...high....higher
Ah, Jesus
Please.....oh, please
Tides away on a kite
Take this filter, baby
You can't cut smoke
So, float along....on celestial kites.
Take it in, **** it in
Wait, wait, not so deep
There, easy does the trick now
Now, we can sail away again....
I will be your exquisite poesy
You can eat me, all you want
Yes, I'm your intense poem, take me
Absorb the tides in me....
You float my boat up in the sky
My beautiful buoy, you are
Hover gentle over me
Look kind into my eyes......
Hang me in the sky
And peg your love on me
Lay me on the moon
And pierce my mind with stars....
Plop me on a nimbus cloud
Nay, I will not fall through
Forsooth, I'll sail on wind and gale
To catch that kite to you!
How I long for that box to open
Oh, do lemme out! I smell the breeze....
I'll die sweetly, perchance
To be on your celestial kite.
Leave me not sodden and sick
Let's fly high on celestial kites
Where angels pray to kiss
These high skies no-one kens.
Ah, Jesus....
Let me not die bereft of hope
To drift away...... with you.....
Ah.......to snag that tail-end ribbon
And hail this ride on your kite!
Star Toucher, 12 March 2013
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 11:34 AM UTC
Gramophone records play
Scratch, play, scratch, play
Soft in the background, edging into me
Slow and easy, gentle waves.
Granny, play me La Wally again
Turning, spinning, round and round
Take me away on audio-pearls
Peace whirls me on a magic dance.
Pappa, hide the ugly monsters
Keep me safe in Noddy and Pat tales
I'd rather be caught in merry tune
Than in webs of yonder folk out there.
Momma, put on Golden Slumbers
"Sleep, pretty darling, do not cry,
And I will sing a lullaby"
Yes, I find my way homeward...
Gramps, sing me a Holliday song
The kind that lifts one so high
With Mammy and Pappy blessing all of me
Yes my happiness, I've got me own!
Dear Heaven, open windows and walls
Swirling, flowing its beautiful energy
Sore needed peace and beauty
That no eye can truly see.
Star Toucher, 02 March 2013
Mar 2, 2013
Mar 2, 2013 at 11:06 AM UTC
I thought I sensed a whiff of former life
Through the tingling of my fingertips
Through the tingling of my fingertips.
Admiring the silhouette of your posture
Letting my eyes linger on your face
Letting my mind drift to your words.
I feel the breeze calling me to greater heights
That my eyes really cannot see
That my ears really cannot hear.
I see the leaves waving me good-bye
To the life that I do not live
To the moments oh, that I let go.
Chorus:
Slowly falls the sombre light when the sun offers
Its adieu to this side of humanity.
And I dare wait no longer
No, I dare waste no longer
I dare wait no longer!
To live...to live....to live.....oh, to live.....
I hear the cadence of arpeggiated chords
Being played on a guitar
Letting it lift me so far away.
And I realise I'd rather be the fool
Who dabbles in amusing tales
Than the sage who pretends.
I feel the magic being born when you're around
You're weaving butterflies of love
Carrying my silhouette away.
I touch the candles placed within my heart
You're the one lighting up my core
And my wings will not melt away.....
Star Toucher, 08 March 2013
Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 6:17 AM UTC
slowly carefully
as i might an ancient diary
still full of young dreams
and even perhaps
the salt of young love
it hurts
to carry adolescent obstacles
given my age
and all those hateful skeptics
it hurts how they gleefully profane
yet settled dust is yet dust
i sit willing to love
amid my dust
i sit in ever deeper vasts of love
in existential sacrum wag
kindled crown and fullness breath of all the scents of varied forms of love
lighthouse toes inspire seas ancestors swam
lyric feet to message myth of travels won
my calves and shins knees and thighs
crawling climbing walking running jumping kicking at the start
physiologies of courage ****** ahead
as future unmade moulds invite
caress the bodied length intent provides
singing fingers scale my world in chords of gliding love
tips of arcing sensate dawns
diverse as nightsky suns
my palms divine an ever giving gift
no futures could unveil--
the toucher's touching touched
aligning novel insights wordless as the womb of time:
perhaps a symbol flare could squint
and grant a vision of horizon's end--
another pleasure game
a bonsai love to soften age
another twisting meditation's emptiness in form
as motion stillness spaces words
to perfect pitches tempos sound
though all of which will never meet
and never meeting meet
as one
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 12:01 AM UTC
Making you a sandwich
Feed your hunger
Mmmm....jam's delish!
But butter's
Hard on
Bread.
Think of you
While....
Toasting.
Star Toucher, 28 March 2013
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 3:36 PM UTC
Can I have a crystal-clear hour?
Please give me the gift of warmth...
Why do I feel as if I were two people
Oh, why do I feel as if I were two people?
At once rotten...and then, heaven-high
At once so rotten and then, heaven-hi-igh!
Could we unwrap a little bit of happiness?
Would you pour us a tiny tot of tenderness?
Why do I feel as if I were two people
Oh, why do I feel as if I were two people?
At once rotten...and then, heaven-high
At once so rotten and then, heaven-hi-igh!
Chorus:
Why won't you, and only you....follow me
Why won't you, and only you-ooh...follow love?
Why can't we....yes, only we-eeh follow love?
How is it that you're so sure to be carried along?
That may be your supreme gift, but only part of it.
Just erase the chill, put reality in pure starlight.
Refrain:
Suppose you wouldn't speak with me
So we skirt around issues, so close, can't cope
Can we ever pierce this stubborn membrane of confusion?
And not hesitate to take that steep road together?
Are we too involved ....to see the picture?
Gotta defy that slow chill....
To thaw, to release, to be someone else now.
Free.
Don't wanna know that.
Suspect it's too alone.
Gotta break down that wall, gotta thaw that chill
Really gotta explode into life - E R U P T ! !
Yeah, gotta burn that chill !
Star Toucher, 18 March 2013
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 10:24 AM UTC
Only Angel
Don't you run away;
You're running from your only saviour
Don't you know you're looking into the eyes
Of the only angel on your road?
This is the only time;
You gotta find your light on your way
You're never, no, you're never...
Never gonna find another angel on your road.
Baby, don't you know you're turning away from the Light
You're never gonna have this chance no more
Don't you know you're looking into the eyes
Oh G-d, you gotta move that bad from your door!
Don't you turn away;
Don't you go on spitting
In the face of an angel
Never gonna find another angel in your road
Refrain (spoken):
May the Light shine in any dark corner of your heart
And banish all negative, weak thoughts.
May your steps still be ever-so gentle
On the sometimes tricky path of life.
Seek not always activity to stop the gaps
They are the breathing spaces meant for peace and inner dwelling.
Water your little flowers on the arid plain of Life
For I see them blossom in your eyes.
It's hard to fix a broken road
So step out and carve out a new way.
Feel. Really feel the pain and chase it not.
It is not the foe, just a momentary spot of too-bright light.
The real enemy sits in your midst
Lingers on your fears and blots out your sun.....
It is thought.
Too much of it can **** a man!
Mind you keep the untame drivel well clear of your heart
Lest you wish a choking visit.
Be real with yourself
And be kinder to your spirit.
Battle not too sore with the winds
As your silver light shows you the way to a purer, clearer life.
May the stars of tranquil dawn usher calm
And soothe your battered soul.
Ask not for obstacles to be removed
They are for learning and teaching; progress.
Pray instead for safety, health and dignity
And hang onto that necklace of peace.
True amity is such that having never yet met
We can embrace in kindred spirit.
Have the heart to welcome a stranded soul
And spare anyone lame excuses.
Lessons await you patiently
Neglect none; accept or pay dear.
Take time to discover yet....the REAL you.
Enlightenment is tough work!
Peace to you, dear friend.
(Dedicated to Esme Ruth)
By Star Toucher, 31 January 2013
Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 10:46 AM UTC
*odd word, then
basking..
it overwhelms so*...
1.
no easy answer
assuredly, no easy answer
2.
so much of calamity on the shores of light
hardly surprising
poor visibility
3.
if only..
if only......
if ONLY........
oh, if we could step out.. into space
and really see our beautiful globe
look at the wide oceans make up its ironic three-quarter
its lovely, blue smile
look at the earth in wonder
the earth with no border (nor **** boundary!!)
oh, how humbling
how I fall to knees
at that glorious sight of grace
fills the soul and feeds the core
*yet
all I'm left with..
is
basking in glow of uncertain times*
star toucher 64.. 4 sept
(in hope yet.. I persevere sanity prevails us all)
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 6:58 PM UTC
You're building up a palace
For the world to see
How great you are
But do they know how loud the echo
In your walls.... is outdone
By the echo in your soul?
All pretty things to fill your life
And make you feel so useful
But yet, your day is dark and grey
And you still feel so blue
Oh, the echo in your soul.
Refrain
Why don't you stop....
Why don't you-ooh stop?
And tend your heart
Oh, feed your mind
And fill up your soul, oh
With beauty that
Cannot..... be seen.
It's easier to see your faith by showing
But then you're stuck in a rut
You'd surely nev-er-er leave
Outdone by the echo in your soul
The echo in your life
The echo in your smile
Oh, the echo-oh.... in your words.
It's harder for you to totally live your truth
For, it's not how you LOOK, but HOW you look
Take off the trappings and reveal
And see who you really are
See what you really are
See what you have become!
And now you're feeling all alone in a crowded room
You try to sound intelligent yet make no sense
Your stilted humour is outdone
By the echo-oh....in your soul.
Star Toucher, 26 March 2013
Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 11:46 AM UTC
Paving the way into the future
Sharing Montmartre songs
With painters on the side
Picturesque ideals....
You were once with me
Scarred by words of yore
Said beauty was all yours
Said I'd never high cheekbones.
I look'd within and sought light
And mixed colours, all from white
Temerity to stare life in the eye
With pain(t) dashed across my cheek.
So, now the years have roll'd
And many a canvas sold
You pass by...gaunt, high cheekbones
Wanna buy a painting?
Star Toucher, 22 March 2013
Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 3:00 AM UTC
1.
I heard the sound of your crying
from a bird.
Animals have souls, too.
Like the moat round Mont St. Michel
The size of the soul
Shrouded by
Accidents of life.
2.
Cobwebs and wax round the candles.
The woods are alive
Pariahs have eyes thrown at them.
Why **** the floor so?
Don't sit with your back to the doorway
Monkey's monocled eyes stare back,
glass orbs, while
Empty chair a-rockin' - a-rockin' - a-rockin' - a
Puppets dance
No solace in the shades
Don't follow the shadows
Which lurk and lead...
Marionettes and tin soldiers
On pedestals long forgot
A dead child's toy chest
A lion in a tallish glass cage.
Little drummer boy, rusted
Plays agitated drum
To match heart beat of......fear
Of drying sweat ....on upper lip.
Dusty frames on the wall
Interfere with flow
Handprint on window frame
Dog barks warning.
Spectre's trudge in mud
Closer...closer...from grave waters
Scream in windowpane: a figure holds
A face of anguish, trapped eternal.
Letters on the wall
Writ in heavy blood
Silhouette of an axe
Windy.....Branch tap on window frame.
Brass door handle turning
Staircase winding up to forever
Gargoyles leer
Leaves on the dry floor....wet footsteps.....
3.
Who knows who dwelt in this place?
Who's hanging from the ceiling?
Whose body....felt that pain?
4.
Then, into head flits one 'I love you'
Of gentle memory
On the lap of the mind
Of a lover
Of a friend.
Grey skies, musky odour.
5.
Then...
Wielding weapon to defend
Against....
The....
Self.
6.
Stop SCREAMINGGGGGGGG!
Star Toucher, 28 March 2013
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 12:59 PM UTC
Don't grow so fast, little one
You've so much to see and do
But take your time....your time and enjoy
And love the little moments in-between.
Run and play and s-i-ing with joy
Don't join the queue of Life too soon
But take your time....your time and enjoy
And love the little moments in-between.
CHORUS
Bedtime songs will end on a day
When you no longer feel the need
But hugs and tugs will always be there
These are the precious moments in-between.
So sail your ships and build your dreams
Paint your pirate face and ri-i-ide your horse
But take your time....your time and enjoy
And love the little moments in-between.
Refrain
Your steps will take where you wanna be
And then, you'll be grown
And all your pictures drawn on the walls are the best treasures
And all your words so very funny
Are safely tucked away......in my heart.
Star Toucher, 14 March 2013
Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 2:02 AM UTC
Son regard a croisé le mien
Ses yeux ont percé les miens
J'ai été fauché par son parfum
Elle m'a souri, je lui ai pris la main
Maintenant ma peau connait la sienne et ne veux plus la quitter
Et mes mains tremblent a l'idée de ne plus la toucher
Les jours je rêve d'elle, et je rêve eveillé
La nuit j'admire son image qui ne peux me quitter
Mon coeur fond, ma tête craque du seul son de sa voix
Comme la neige s'effondre sous un seul de nos pas
Je suis tombé dans le piège.
Maintenant il faut qu'elle m'achève
Mais je suis seul, et j'ai froid
Je ne vois plus que ses yeux
Je n'entend plus que sa voix
Je tombe d'amour, je tombe dans le piège
Et dans ma chute je crois bien que je la vois
Qui se jette dans le vide, le vide au creu de mes bras
Ne me retenez pas.
Je suis tombé
Je ne veux plus me relever
Je ne vie plus que pour elle
Il m'en pousserai des ailes
Mais je suis tombé.
Je suis cloué.
Je suis tombé dans le piège.
Et si ce n'est qu'un rêve
Ne me reveillez pas.
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 8:55 AM UTC
You don't much like me visits there
But scarce do you lament
For, I bring you home the finest cuts
To sizzle in the pan.....
The lovely ladies behind the counter there
One grin vies to meet me, all doe-eyed
If you knew she had a one-tooth denture
I guess you'd smirk away, ungreen ....
But I get the chops I want to eat
Nicely packed pink; no seeping blood
And succulent steaks indulged on me
Saucy supervisor slips me secret smiles.....
Hot and heavy glances jet my way
By sly lady-workers in the back row
When you turn your skeptic back
Regarded by none, but cautious me......
Cute cashier rises on fleshy thighs
Slow she sits; lets her skirt ride high
She eyes me hooded, lashes long
Then, downcast when you join me.....
Can feel the electric tingle from her touch
As I fumble redly, to pay the coins
Deliberate counting, her scent assails
Her hungry heartbeat..... oozing charm.....
But, for all the alluring looks and promising smiles
There's you, my love..... to grill my viands
And hardly home, I fall on you...famished;
Devour every morsel, shred and piece of you!
Star Toucher, 27 March 2013
Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 8:43 PM UTC
The problem with phantoms, rings so clear
Like fear, they don't just go away
The more is learnt of the world, the smaller it becomes
The less of open space is felt.
The mnemonist lives in a pretty tale
And heads the way off rocky shores
For, oft a fool will come along
And wilful, bash his mind on reef.
Spill then thee, cantankerous spirit
Thy guts of ill-placed rancour
For in puny efforts to uproot
Fresh soil turned is...fresh soil turned.
The more we feed on empty words
The larger grows that aching void
Engulfing all but esurience
Engorged thus, thee will choke.
A mere gesture of goodwill
And extending act of kindness
Will conquer every wicked sentiment
And leave thee broken ... in thy own mess.
So, thy tiresome pictures on the wall, we see
Paint on, dear artist, paint on
These very merry parties, ye assemble
Will ken thy sharp and twisted ire.
Push on, weary soul, try to find thy heart
Thee seest not thy efforts fall in vain,
Fail to latch, for thy error sits too tall
In the absence of saving grace.
So caught up in thyself, art thee
Thine eye too bright upon the prize
That thou did not see thy plot at play
Thy goest yet on; breaching full redemption.
Weave thus thy tale and clothe thy mind
For, in this act, thy mind doth shut
So ill-fitting thy own garish attire
Seams must needs split eventual.
Seeketh truth and truest, thy find's a trove
But sadder yet's the day, indeed
All vouch that in thy heavy plunder
Its value now plain conferred.
Treasure trinkets, happy hoops
Whatever be thy favour's currency
When day is done and swift sea smoothes
Revered will always be...saving grace.
Star Toucher, 17 February 2013
Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 4:49 AM UTC
Ring-a-ring-o' Ruth, goin' round and round.....
Ring-a-ring-o' Ruth, goin' round and round
She dare not lose it, but she couldn't keep it
Not anymore
No, not anymore!
For the rings of Ruth
The one she wears, oh!
They keep her in her place
He keeps her mind in place.........
Dare not spill your red treasure on his floor
Oh poor woman, watch your step
Contain yourself...........
Daren't let him in, oh Ruth
No, daren't let him in, uh-oh Ruthie
Why lug around his le-ga-cy in your mind?
Of relentless rings of insanity.....goin' round and round.......
Ring-a-ring-o' Ruth, goin' round and round
Come on home, dear Ruth and flush 'em fears away
Watching you, my Ruth, I can see you from afar
Won't hurt you anymore, won't make you run away
Your heart will sing the Truth that the sands of Time will veil.
So, come on home, dear Ruth
Come home......
Come home!
Star Toucher, 13 March 2013
Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 10:59 AM UTC
Making love to you at dawn
Look how good we are together
Drifting and escaping the claws of time
Oh, floating on, floating on, floating on...our dawn drift.
Baking bread with you today
Oh, how swell we are together
Sifting and reaping rewards so fine
Oh, floating on, floating on, floating on...our dawn drift.
Somehow, together for so long......
Yet we're still in our dawn....
:-)
Star Toucher, 23 March 2013
Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 12:00 PM UTC
I told my mom about events from my past,
events that shaped my bitter bones,
memories that will forever last.
I regret telling her
I had no friends until age 9
and that people would tell me
that they wish I would die.
I should have never informed her
that when I was young,
the pain people would bring to me,
tell me that I would never feel love.
I wish I didn't let her know
of the words people would constantly throw
my way.
How I would beg the teachers daily,
to not force me to go out to "play".
I was so ashamed
of the 12 grades of toucher,
until the day I was finally free.
But unfortunately,
all this damage,
it has taken far too much
away from me.
Now I am uncomfortable,
knowing that she now knows
everything I have kept covered.
I don't like people's concerns,
it makes me uneasy when they care;
I become smothered.
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 8:23 PM UTC
Floating high away
Breathing's sure a burden at times.
Heart is still beating
You can hear it pounding in your ears.
But you're not breathing
You just feel release in your head.
Refrain:
Wanna feel that way again
(You know you can't feel too much)
Wanna feel that way again
(Can't feel that crazy again!)
What do I need to do?
(Well, there is nothing to do)
What do I need to do?
(Nothing at all....)
What do I need to do?
My desire is......
Floating high away.....
Star Toucher, 30 March 2013
Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 3:12 AM UTC
Would you now go spitefully hating the sun
Or go viciously plundering pretty flower beds
Or go crushing underfoot, fall leaves in contempt
Or turn gently into the fresh fold of snow?
Come, come, dear child, hold out thy hands
Let me gently embrace thy spindly frame
And divest thee of thy onerous cloak
For thou art at journey's end; thy vessel awaits repose.
If I told you which season you'd die in
Would you relent with ease, when the hour falls upon you?
Should you know I'm not as fearsome as most believe
Could you surrender the lent Light I must return?
You already know the answer without knowing
For it is not how you look, but how you look!
You no longer remember, it's been so long
So, I ask it plain: Would you really want to know?
You are not just a spoke on the wheel of Life
Which needs to, as the seasons, turn resolute
Yet you pass through them all, simultaneously
Save, your linear faculties confine your esoteric bridge.
Take joy in aestival airs, the apex of fruition
Springtime soil so easily squandered, bear in mind
Access introspective glimpses with hiemal hibernation
Autumnal foliage is but a screen, time to get real!
You cannot have the sunshine without the rain
Nor expect fine blossoms without fair travail
Seek thus the true bounty bedecked in full view
If you had but the seer's eyeless sight, dear guest.
As you travelled from one season to another
Did you live fully, even in between them?
Yes, the tiny labyrinth-passages you overlooked
Time to exact the price now run overdue.
Too attached you are to world and kin
For none of these, can you take with you
But beneficial acts and and good intent
Cosmic trick of genes is cecity delivered.
The one whose life you may regard so worthless
Retains a level which allows his soul to pass through
The eye of a needle, not measured in numbers
Hoist your soul on, tilt your core... I carry you home
So, come, wayworn traveller, hold out thy hands
Let me tenderly close thy brief visit here
And divest thee of thy onerous cloak, prithee
For thou art at journey's end; thy vessel awaits repose.
Star Toucher, 24 March 2013
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 4:06 AM UTC
Meet the Whisperer....
(Oh, and you will want to, promise :)
1.
He can shape and mould
To aught pleasure he desires.
When he calls them at will
Supple compliance at his command.
Yes, they come like twitching magnets
Real easy beck and call.
Such happy slaves are they
Very few recalcitrant ones.
He twists and trims their sides
Makes them kneel before his want.
He will harness their might
Bend them sweetly to his gratifix.
Perchance, skittish on occasion
Yet they serve their master well.
They can spread to furthest capacity
Turning dried veracity into well-loved fable.
He whips them to submission
Insanely alive, they need birth certificates!
Yet tenderly, he caresses, explores
Renders dramatic echoes in outrageous lore.
2.
They melt like marvelous putty, toffee in deft hands
Makes them caress YOU sensuous, everywhere...
They reach deep, tap in and touch your core
Delight or thrill....or equally meet your mind.
Yes, they can stick you with bruising truth
Move you, or bring you to your knees....
They can furnish context with telling content
And with stunning detail, woo the sox off thee :-p
He articulates every brief encounter
With sage and timeless passion.
Molten liquid drips from his entrancing tip
In gilt carriages headed your way....
When the whisperer appears, best be ready
To receive what he may see fit to flay on you!
If that's too tall an order, it amounts to
Clipped wings, falling sadly short of flight.
Be willing to taste that mesmerising lilt
Indebted you'll be to the lack of crude reality.
Oh, reader...retire not spirit of droll mind
Revel eager in rich spark for riveting trips.
Yes, he is the one, your...
One and only word-whisperer.
(Enchante, cher lecteur :)
bows
Star Toucher, 28 March 2013
Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 7:21 AM UTC
Walk thee behind me, woman
Cast down thine eyes; thy mind
Deposit thy wealth in my account
Pay a penny at this coast of mine.
Moonlighting is imperative to survive
Veil thy face and hide thy tongue
Do obey my word upon thy ear
Bother not with thoughts at all, *****
Seek not a soul to assuage thy pain
Fall upon me in eternal gratitude
I grant you the wherewithal for my pleasure
And always behind me, thy feet shall be.
Star Toucher, 20 March 2013
Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 4:18 PM UTC
It's not the docile who are the most peaceful
It's not the quiet who make the best mothers
And it's not the pilgrims who make the finest believers
For, the blade is not the only part of the sword
Only part of the sword, ooh hoo....
It's not the poets who pose the deepest questions
It's not the enemy that you have to fear
And it's not enough people who live in cleanest conscience
For, the string is not the only part of guitar.
Only part of guitar, ooh hoo....
Refrain:
Beware even the blunt side of the sword
Beware even the blunt side of the sword!
Oh, you know, the blade is not the only part of the sword.
Only part of the sword, ooh hoo....
It's not the animals who are the uncivilised ones
And it's not in the light that you get to know yourself
And it's not up to you to decide the life that I live
For the heart is not the only part of me.
Only part of me......
It's not the well-spoken who speak the most wise words
It's not the sufferers alone who feel the pain and anguish
And it's not the have-it-alls who really have it all
And the Eiffel Tower's not the only thing in Paree.
Only thing in Paree.....
And you know, the blade is not the only part of the sword....
Oh, you know, the blade is not the only part of the sword.
Star Toucher, Feb 2013
Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 4:24 PM UTC
Il est la première fois quand tu me regarde
Et je peux voir que tu cherche pas à cacher!
Je lis dans tes yeux que te souhaite une vie en deux
Mais l'univers est contre nous...
Nous sommes heureux avec notre petit échange de regards
Chaque toucher nous réconforte et nous echanter
Et comme ça, nous avons les moments les plus doux!
Nous savons que nous aimons, mais nous avons peur de cette amour...
Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 3:23 PM UTC