reclaimer
Can you prove your love to me?
As I have proved to you?
You promised me, faithfully,
No pain would I endure.
Bend the truth of this souls creed,
Surface meaning untrue.
Dishonest soul to repay,
Deceitful choices renewed.
My tears you have shed I see,
A sight of love to you.
Shattered promise yesterday,
Tomorrow theres a cure.
i doubt there is but oh well. something i just thought up.
something else im working on inspired by a dream. another sleep induced converstation between my consciousness and heart that turned into, yet again, another tangent.
only a warm breeze remains, lingers from a velvet embrace i so desperately needed only moments ago. although it didnt start out that way, i welcomed you all the same. i ran a fresh bath of fire for you to drink from and instead of calming the heat, you poisoned it with your voice that an angels breath once perfumed and now serves as a distraction from your true intentions. as i look at the hard smile of your blue lips devour the once brilliantly naked sky, you hand me a silver laced star and whisper for me to make an innocent wish. i dont know of such things, nor do i recall a time if i ever did. well maybe once. just for one pathetic moment when i was suspended in time by love. but now i refuse to remember such ridiculousness for it only wastes my soul to reminisce on fonder times. a feather which tickles my heart and tricks it into trusting you. prohibiting any future to repeat itself. but thats just what i want. for history to repeat itself. to waste my soul on such nonsense. to hope for a great love once again. i welcome your gift of the silver laced star, and perhaps today it will come true. maybe you will recede into the darkness from which you came and my lips could part into a smile and my eyes perhaps could twinkle once again. i wish for too much. you wouldnt have my wishes then, so what makes today any different? all you had to do was look into the bleakness of my eyes to see the faint memory of a life that once existed, of visions too tiresome to procure any longer. incapacitated my mind is now from so many attempts to manifest them through my rose coloured glasses. instead i recede into the darkness and as i pull the star nearer to stay here with you, you have tightned your grasp and pull back. you obviously want your star back more then me.
i guess the offer was void since wasnt innocence as defined by your own terms.
sleepy time.
good nite.
As I have proved to you?
You promised me, faithfully,
No pain would I endure.
Bend the truth of this souls creed,
Surface meaning untrue.
Dishonest soul to repay,
Deceitful choices renewed.
My tears you have shed I see,
A sight of love to you.
Shattered promise yesterday,
Tomorrow theres a cure.
i doubt there is but oh well. something i just thought up.
something else im working on inspired by a dream. another sleep induced converstation between my consciousness and heart that turned into, yet again, another tangent.
only a warm breeze remains, lingers from a velvet embrace i so desperately needed only moments ago. although it didnt start out that way, i welcomed you all the same. i ran a fresh bath of fire for you to drink from and instead of calming the heat, you poisoned it with your voice that an angels breath once perfumed and now serves as a distraction from your true intentions. as i look at the hard smile of your blue lips devour the once brilliantly naked sky, you hand me a silver laced star and whisper for me to make an innocent wish. i dont know of such things, nor do i recall a time if i ever did. well maybe once. just for one pathetic moment when i was suspended in time by love. but now i refuse to remember such ridiculousness for it only wastes my soul to reminisce on fonder times. a feather which tickles my heart and tricks it into trusting you. prohibiting any future to repeat itself. but thats just what i want. for history to repeat itself. to waste my soul on such nonsense. to hope for a great love once again. i welcome your gift of the silver laced star, and perhaps today it will come true. maybe you will recede into the darkness from which you came and my lips could part into a smile and my eyes perhaps could twinkle once again. i wish for too much. you wouldnt have my wishes then, so what makes today any different? all you had to do was look into the bleakness of my eyes to see the faint memory of a life that once existed, of visions too tiresome to procure any longer. incapacitated my mind is now from so many attempts to manifest them through my rose coloured glasses. instead i recede into the darkness and as i pull the star nearer to stay here with you, you have tightned your grasp and pull back. you obviously want your star back more then me.
i guess the offer was void since wasnt innocence as defined by your own terms.
sleepy time.
good nite.