you talk, you're 1942. She believes in 18 century blues
with sparkle covered eyes and locks long down in shimmering brown,
she would be the gold from the ages with the curves on her ,
the snow white in the modern millennia.
I could write a book souly on you're life through my poetic eyes the pages filled with tears the cover of blood and the words of pain the pen the pieces of you now shattered.
I've only got the bottles left because they've numbed all the memories of what once was and what will never be.
we lean to heavy on our broken hearts because it's sole purpose is to remind you of the love which it once stained us with.
IT BRINGS OUT THE BEST IN ME.
IN THE WAY
THAT ELSE WALLS
SING TO ME
the depth of blue in the oceans darkest corners had nothing on her tears which should of been a clear transparent drop but what had rolled down her face was more like ice or tainted purity
she gave love only to gain love in the opposite direction she gained lust but gave lust for the wrong affection...
We latch on our vices
as they make it easier
because we're to afraid
to confront the comforts
its safer that way
rather they not know you're love
then the fear of rejection and loss.
The whiskey bottles and pill containers scattered across the floor in a some what pleasant chaotic mess you asked me why do I need them while they began whispering over my shoulder reminding me the gun was only a few feet away and the rope was locked in the cupboard how would I tell you that only for you do I fight them so hard yet I only let you see the cure not the struggle for you are the peace
they may look to the stars like heart beats to the nights body…
as you look to the sun dying in the ball of yellow fury…
at the place where the life and death would meet…
thought it just to greet a stranger would leave me in defeat…
although time ran slow all id come to know…
is that in you lead me to see that only you're glow would be my muse of infinite grow…
the story of love part 1
HE chased after her only for the allure of how his heart thumped as she walked a wolf laying in wait on the simple sheep...
SHE an unknowing beauty that caught the eye off all she passed an innocence waiting to be shown the nature of lust...
my chest ungulfed by a pounding surreal yet not uncommon its happening again curse set upon the tortured soul like the black plague on humanity what caused such the loss the pain the suffering yet all I know is panic
LEAVE THE WINDOW CLOSED ON A WONDERING MIND AND YOU'LL FIND THE BEAUTY IN SUFFOCATING WATCH AS ALL THOSE THOUGHTS BOTTLE AND THEN WHEN IT EXPLODES ALL THAT'S LEFT IS AN UNDYING FLAME.
It's been a long time
I felt as if I've lost it my will my mind myself it's like watching the sands of the hour glass pass away
but only that it's you yourself that's passing with each grain
Lost is all hope when one loses
Love a heart beat less cold for what is life without it a meaning less void of sorrow and suffering it makes the soul wonder if anything is worth it anymore or do you just given into the pain and let it take over.
How I loved you so
Alas you did never know
I'd hoped on dreams that...
You'd see that simple fact
Of how I loved you so
My feeling still do grow
I've told you my feel and hoped...
But all you'd say would leave me hung roped
OF HOW I LOVE YOU SO
IT FELT LIKE A LIFETIME NOW THAT
THE ONE STUPID MISTAKE THAT YOUNG MAN MADE WHICH CHANGED EVERYTHING AND ONLY NOW DOES HE SEE THE PRICE.
You're smile is like polished apples shiny...
They come slowly or they come all to fast these are the nightmares that haunt my sleep I fight battle cry and die In each a hell of lies some days I forget if I'm even awake or is this the beginning of a new terror it makes me beg death for a swift end but a call never answered a suffering eternal my eyes open and I see the sun but only as it burns all my flesh away.
It was majestic how when the light caught her just right it made me believe in magic how one so beautiful alone became a totally different yet at the same kind of consuming radiance with a mythical fairy like resemblance to which now I utter the phrase "I do believe in fairies" feeling like one of the lost boys or peter pan himself with her my tink.
They stalk me you see the thoughts they wait in dates times and events I cannot escape you see it calls from a place even God fears and the unholy one shreeks it is here you see right behind me grabbing pulling me in I cannot fight I know this because it's knowing you see that made thee so now you see they got m...
He was lost in her eyes not for the cliché of seeing stars but in fact seeing scars her eyes they were glossy only for the tears thst fell of them to her cheek, brave I say because she didn't hide them like most she let them out showed that she was broken and still he loved her whole.
There is something about these rainy days the sky grey where the light is not gone but the dark does grow, is that maybe how it makes one forget the world for the warmth of a blanket a sip of you're addiction of choice coffee tea Brandy or bourbon while you drown in the words of your favourite books or in the scenes of a movie...
There is something about these rainy days tears of the gods where either to give life to that lacking it or to take that who took advantage, is it that brings ones inner gloom a time to unwrap the scars and lick the wounds behind the cover of you're walls and roof of safety to show who you are truly...
There is something about these rainy days
You were the anchor which pulled down my boat of sorrow as the waters of pain covered me a thing of beauty and the most unlikely to happen I felt peace like all the weight has been lifted and I was free and with my dying breathe it was taken with a smile
The mind crushed by the hearts disbelief the soul torn to shreds by a broken will a tragedy of misery how the shimmering light succumb to darkness and felt warmth in its clasp as all it knew was to give but now sought to take what it had been robbed of from kindness now bore the wicked seal of hate and from a smell of fruitful life now held a stench of deaths grip
And in truth all these bodies had two faces yet both as self serving are the other so even in the crowd one is always alone to the extent of sitting at a table you hear voices and conversation but buried deep in the words held a motive for sole use and self progression.
I still remember the kisses shared as if they were engraved into my mind I still lay in bed at night thinking of what could of been I still drench my hands in blood in you're memory thinking how I let you slip away.
To see you're face with a smile not brought on by me burns at the core
How I feel the life drip drop by drop out knowing you're gone.