Saturday, February 12, 2011

Did some writing at work last night


Walking up the narrow doorway, hands shaking not in fear
But out of compassion, that I hadn’t felt in years.
We had drank and had our laughs,
The smile you wore, hell I knew that we have had fun,
You told me to hold me, oh so close.
Your breath on my neck and my hands in yours,
Wishing Id tell you how beautiful, How beautiful you really fucking are.
To me.
Yeah Me.
To Me.
Yeah Me.
You were such a beauty to me.
Carrying you towards a restless night in my arms wishing I had the words to say,
That I think I want you to stay…with me.
But empty promises, and broken bottles,
Put me on my knees,
My heart felt so heavy, not yet to be broken,
Please dear, don’t do this again.
I wish I had the words to say,
I wish I had the chance to turn back time,
I wish I’d never held you close,
But I still wish I’d make you mine.
Yes, mine.
Seeing you smiling at me.
As ruby red tongues gnaw out lies, and deceit
Im stuck here kissing your feet,
Mistakes were forgiven regrets were now made, the distance felt further than Mars.
Phone call wars, are worse on the floor, of a night spent drunk here without you.
Without you.
Oh without you.
Please dear lets start this again.
I have my control, and I still love your soul,
Im sorry we can’t speak again I've bleed my words dry.
Wiping your tears,beer after beer,
We’ll never have those days again, so say goodbye to the stars.
Dying lights above, just like street lights, yet not so distant not so warm.
Focus on the dead sun, struggling to arise with one last gasp of heat.
And vast coldness surrounded the walls, and all was dark, alone, and distant once more.
My opus was left to rot. Under the blackest of light.
It'll be alright.
It'll be alright.
So we can dance as cities fall, and our blood turns towards life,
New beginnings mean nothing if there is no one to guide your hand towards, slow gentle speaking,
Whispering the unforgettable stories of our souls dancing in the fallout of a thousand nuclear wars.

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