His touch was warm and inviting
Like the first sip of tea in the morning
It lifted me out of my bed and floated me around
Spinning me on my heels, weightlessly
His kiss was electric
Like putting your tongue to a battery
Feeling the shock that made you feel alive
Your heart racing and pounding in your chest
His eyes were comfort
Like a big bed and an ocean of blankets after a long day
Wrapping yourself in warmth and coziness
Relaxing all your muscles and drifting off to sleep
His words were music
They were melodies in my ears
Entire symphonies just waiting to be played
Violins, cellos, harps all just whispering me off to better days
"The memories are
bits and pieces of this song.
And you're always the chorus."
I gaze upon her,
and then I'm flying away,
In an endless sky.
Don't know how to think.
I just don't know what I feel,
When I am with her
You are the sun
I'm the planet
Orbiting around you
Year after year
Waiting to be noticed
For this would be my eternal wish
Her love for him was eternal
He kept waiting for her to come soon
But they were destined to be separate
He was the wolf
She was the moon
i promised myself
to keep the constellation that we share
in place
to fight against my whole body
to gather the stars and align them in the canvas of darkness
for you and I
are celestial secrets
the world will never be ready for.
These lies I'm told
Are hard to believe
But I fall for them
I let them into my head
And into my heart
I sometimes think
Think what is wrong
I fall for these lies
With knowing they are not real
The people I love even tell me these
They lie to me and fake me out
Who can I trust anymore
Who should I believe
What is going on in this world
Does every person have to be fake
I don't love anything anymore
I'm jealous of the springs.
The ones that jump back,
even if they're being compressed and crushed.
If I could do that,
maybe I could love myself like that.
I could
help people
and bring them happiness
and take care of them.
But my spring is a little broken, the coils have been twisted,
though yes,
I get back up but my stance is trembling
I shake
I tumble
I break down.
But it does it's best, to get back up.
they whisper to me.
in my sleep and as i
write this to you,
they're murmuring.
lovely voices they have,
these whispers. like a
song of harp and fiddle.
urgent although calm.
you may be wondering
"what do they whisper
of" as you read this.
to answer you my love
is everything, but
nothing, if its not
you. they repeat your
name, dusk to dawn.
I have a secret-
everybody knows it,
or, at least that's what I
Think.
He doesn't know.I Want him to, but
would he freak out?
Would that "best friend
Love" still be shared?
Or would he brush me
off, and leave me behind
aching, longing for
Him?
We use and abuse each other
Why do we carry on?
You are my strengh, but you point out my weakness
I am your rock, but I point out your flaws
We rip at each other, our words like talons and claws
You want a princess to make your wife, a maiden so fair
But I'm more of a kitchen hand
Fairy tales are not true, Peter Pan you're a fool
You can go back to your Neverland
Leave me in Wonderland
For I do not want a boy
I need a man