midnights always last longer than they should.i spend sleepless nights in my roomstaring at your picture on my mirrorand wondering why on earth someone as beautiful as youwould ever love someone like me,but then i rememberyou don't.
where do you fall when you fall in love?i see my voice curl toward the sky in crystal breathsas i stand beneath the stars and ask the gods"where do you fall when you fall in love?"and in the distant thunder roars as zeus clears his throat.lightening strikes to start a fireand in anticipation i sit by the flames as he begins his story."love," he says, "is the beautiful medicationthat we drink to still our pain,but often it is overdosedand we always end up crashinglike a star falling from my sky."as i watch the shadows dance about his faceaphrodite proudly walks to uswith her golden grace and emerald eyes."there's a kingdom," she says with ivory verse, "just below the seaand it awaits young lovers therewhere they drown for all eternity."at the mention of the sea, poseidon falls down to usfrom his chariot atop the cliff and in his booming voice he declares;"and in that cavern the butterflies are drenchedand with heavy wings they cannot flyso they suffocate the lovers."with the quietest gait of a clumsy fox
i hope you remember to bring the flowers.the stars whispered lateone nightas we lay beneath theirgrandeur."what if i die today?" you asked.and i told you in that case,i'd see you by tomorrow.
whispers.i was so hesitantto take your hand,because when you said you loved mei knew you meant itand that scared the hell out of me.
-and all these yearsit was in the wrong placeI did search for you,because heaven is not the only placewhere an angel can be found.
friday night.on our firstdate,you took me to a cemeteryjust outside of town.i guess you wanted toshow mewhat you would do to me.
midnight express.i would never wantto live forever,so tell Deathwhen he comes for youto stall the trainbecause i'm going too.
saturday night.last night i found youlying beneath the stars,the rain had washed the dirtout of your grave.
why didn't i delete this song?you're in my veinsinjected from ivory headphonesdoses surging at high volumes.each note is a memory,each verse is a kiss.i don't want to remember,but i don't want to forget.i hate that you ruined this for mewhat used to be my favorite songand now all i can dois think backto that night in the park.you're in my veins,your name pumping through my heart.you make it hard to bleed.
long distance relationship.and do you thinkthe moonever gets sadwhen the sun leaves herto shine forus?
You Kill Me the Way Books Do.You are all literatureis to me,your mind encompasses thebeautyof the whole earth.Your gentle eyesnarrate the greatest storynever told,and your ivory touchwrites the perfect poem.When you smile you area prince,adorned by golden crowns.When you cry you becomethe tragic hero,the martyr of the play.You are all the wordsthat fill each book,and I am the humble readerjust wishing you knew Iexist.
promises.i'd tear out my rib-cageto give you a place to sleep.i'd even silence my heart,so the beating wouldn'twake you.
please don't leave without them this timeWaitdon't you wantall these littlepieces of you?I've beenkeeping them safein my heart.
I saw the tornado in your eyesSo you learnt to hide your hurricanes,You hushed your storms silent,And hid the seams in your bruised heart,You found cracks beneath your gentle smile.(G.L)-I saw the tornado in your eyes
i fell asleep amidst a garden.sunlight radiated from yourgolden soul,those periwinkle eyes gently watchedas somewhere far away I dreamt.soft rose petal lipsgently trailed along my neckas honeysuckle oxygenpoured into my lungs.and like a bird's fallen feathersthose ivory fingertipsslowly traced my faceand a midsummer windwhispered me to sleep.
you're so blind.here i am drowningand you have no idea what to do,you're so lostand panicking.why don't you take your handsoff my shoulders?
How Love Works.I neverfell in love withyou,you neverfell in love withme.Your demonsfell in love withmine,my demonsfell in love withyours.
what's winter?i no longer have a heart,because i wore it on my sleeveof the sweater i just happenedto leave lying upon your floor.
.and this beating in my chestmight just be the banging of someonetrying to break free.
equally damaged*i still remember how you looked that afternooni didn't really know what to call youyou didn't know me at allit was a time of innocenceso easy to look at, so hard to definei wasn't shopping for a doll,to say the least i thought i'd seen them allthe dice was loaded from the starti bet, and you exploded in my heartbefore our innocence was lostyou were always one of thoseblessed with lucky 7sand a voice that made me cry.we used to hold hands downthose unfamiliar streetsyou used to take me divinginto the watery blue deephow did we get here,to this point in living?you never seem to want to dance anymorei never thought we'd go to warafter all the things we sawbut somehow i lost touchand you went out of sight i wish i could touch you againi wish i could still call you a friendbut now with post-demise at handi can't go to you for consolation,because we're off limitsduring this transition.and i thank the lordfor the people i have found-they say everything
OsteophilicHe loved his bones.The way they never asked too much of himor protested his requests.There was nothing superfluous in their design;simple, sleek, and uncomplicated.They were spry, robustready to take on the world withsharp and fluid motions.His bones were not brittle like she was.Not so breakable or frail,not so expendable.They didn't bend under pressureor fracture under stress.He loved his bones -their ivory purity eased his soul -and he was proud of the waythey held everything togetherso effortlessly.She knew one day he'd stomp thisold flame out, long before 'death do us part.'Cremation had never been part of the plan.
Foolish Enough To Be LovedI'd dig into my woundsjust to make you stay,cough up my self-inflicting wishesto have your arms locked around me forever,because your departures poison my thoughts.I want to claw my eyes out,disease my lips &rip off my ears,because your existencewill be the deathof me if i ever seeyou again.
.Every night I praythe miles of nervesbeneath my skinwill melt away, sothe lash of yourtongue canno longer sting.
.i think you know of hair wound tight round a hand like ropeof thoughts that sail in and let down anchorin the night, sleep drifting away on the black tide,i think you know of god up in the crow's nest, keeping watchhis eyes have rolled at us so much they rattle, loose nowin their pits like marbles, they say he knowsi have examined the slides of my childhood, uprooted my body,yanked myself out of my years with my own gloved handlike a weed and stared in disgust, it's only naturalthat you should still want to sleep with one arm overyour head, she said, don't you think?i think the sun lit upthe world's scarsand felt bad, hung its headthrough the horizonand cried in shamenow i don't think it's evergoing to stop raining(i am holding up my mind, i am shoving it in your face)
4.I dream to escape reality,but my demonsenjoy playing at nightwhile I toss and turntrying to get comfortablein hell.
Tattooed HeartI picked up a brushmade few surreal strokeshere and thereI painted on the canvasof my heartcolouring the whitewith rainbow paintand touchand suddenly I carriedyour portraittattooed on my beatingheart
.and if you evermanage to get inside myhead, i'll wish you luck
x.i want your ghostto haunt me,every memory of you.let them flood meand drag me down;drown me in yourname.fill my lungs,i'll take the painat least you gave mesomething.