I speak of dreams...
Through a flurry of cathrine wheels and brightly speckled fish they glance
a meet
as if by chance of chastened lovers
False Romeo's trip over fair words meant to flatter and pry chastened virgins from their vows, but not you. you words fly true and right.
Good friends fall and we miss when we were meant to reach. Did my heart love till now?
Feathered wings unfold and we are caged.
Society's shackles.
High Standards.
Low self esteem.
You talk to much, I don't say enough, Your downcast lashes are but my prayer in fits of unsaintly longing.
My heart aches to to be starcrossed.
In all but sweet whispers my heart is broken and done onto again; It is but the mighty hand that drags us away by our hackles.
I promise I can do better, I will do better, the pills go down too bitter, they get stuck in my throat like all the words I tried to say. It's better this way.
You are but the cause, you are the beginning of the story, I am the end. Is it the end? Sweet poison run thy course and I undone.
It is a real life romance, I find it in your smile, so rare it is the greatest secret ever kept.
Love from Love.
he was so eager in his professions he left out the truth. I left out the sincerity. I want those moments back to spen with you. You and your steady faith that we were meant to fit together. You hear that song I sing.
Take not up the dagger nor the sword. We need not defend ourselves to anyone, nor fight for our place in this world, it is together, you told me that.
It will all go up in flames. It willl take more than the slight of hand to turn me away.We hide it well. Secret meetings in chapels with priests, it will take more than a promise for us to be free.
These are the last fleeting thoughts as light turns to dark and your hand grows cold in mine. Chapped lips and parched throats try to form my name as you eyes grow vacant, I don't even know if my lips can move anymore but my heart is screaming your name. These last moments are both sweet release and painful agony; we will live and love again. We will find each other. I don't know if these flashes of light are holy visions or neurons firing in my brain but through them you are the most beautiful sight I will ever behold as you struggle to stay with me to the end, it wont be long. We are getting further and further appart. yet the red string of fate remains taunt and we aren't letting go, only letting lye.
Family Feuds rage like holy wars across peacful suburban blocks when eyes did first meet. Or was that another time and another place. New life makes old memories unclear. I felt a stir of deja vu that night in crowds of bodies pulsing and buzzing and roaring about me to idol worship you on the stage (or altar that they worship at your feet) that you did take up when our eyes did first meet. You drew to a pause infront of everyone, for a minute you played a dissonant chord of surprise but recovered quickly. I did feel the flutter of my realised heart and strove too keep you in my sights as I was over come by the driving machine of the concert's crowd. I wonder if you think of my eyes when you lye awake at night, were they strangly familiar; like a shadow from a dream. We touched but then were lost and now I look to the bottom of the perscription, my troat still feeling chalky from swallowing all those down.
A plauge on both our houses. Another lifetime wasted. More players to the tragedy. I remember now.
Two mighty empires battle for my soul. Did not you tell me forever? Did not I swear to wait? When can the world quiet to allow us to be on with our innocent intentions. Yet I must shiver alone ever waiting and recalling the ghost of you. My soul laid bare my sins be judged a thousand times yet I am still not worthy of happiness. There is no me without you. May the punishment go on till not only eyes but lips and hands and hearts may meet as well.
A cowards death is a cowards friend and we grapple for the gun in this purgatory of our own making. Limbo is forever waiting.
a meet
as if by chance of chastened lovers
False Romeo's trip over fair words meant to flatter and pry chastened virgins from their vows, but not you. you words fly true and right.
Good friends fall and we miss when we were meant to reach. Did my heart love till now?
Feathered wings unfold and we are caged.
Society's shackles.
High Standards.
Low self esteem.
You talk to much, I don't say enough, Your downcast lashes are but my prayer in fits of unsaintly longing.
My heart aches to to be starcrossed.
In all but sweet whispers my heart is broken and done onto again; It is but the mighty hand that drags us away by our hackles.
I promise I can do better, I will do better, the pills go down too bitter, they get stuck in my throat like all the words I tried to say. It's better this way.
You are but the cause, you are the beginning of the story, I am the end. Is it the end? Sweet poison run thy course and I undone.
It is a real life romance, I find it in your smile, so rare it is the greatest secret ever kept.
Love from Love.
he was so eager in his professions he left out the truth. I left out the sincerity. I want those moments back to spen with you. You and your steady faith that we were meant to fit together. You hear that song I sing.
Take not up the dagger nor the sword. We need not defend ourselves to anyone, nor fight for our place in this world, it is together, you told me that.
It will all go up in flames. It willl take more than the slight of hand to turn me away.We hide it well. Secret meetings in chapels with priests, it will take more than a promise for us to be free.
These are the last fleeting thoughts as light turns to dark and your hand grows cold in mine. Chapped lips and parched throats try to form my name as you eyes grow vacant, I don't even know if my lips can move anymore but my heart is screaming your name. These last moments are both sweet release and painful agony; we will live and love again. We will find each other. I don't know if these flashes of light are holy visions or neurons firing in my brain but through them you are the most beautiful sight I will ever behold as you struggle to stay with me to the end, it wont be long. We are getting further and further appart. yet the red string of fate remains taunt and we aren't letting go, only letting lye.
Family Feuds rage like holy wars across peacful suburban blocks when eyes did first meet. Or was that another time and another place. New life makes old memories unclear. I felt a stir of deja vu that night in crowds of bodies pulsing and buzzing and roaring about me to idol worship you on the stage (or altar that they worship at your feet) that you did take up when our eyes did first meet. You drew to a pause infront of everyone, for a minute you played a dissonant chord of surprise but recovered quickly. I did feel the flutter of my realised heart and strove too keep you in my sights as I was over come by the driving machine of the concert's crowd. I wonder if you think of my eyes when you lye awake at night, were they strangly familiar; like a shadow from a dream. We touched but then were lost and now I look to the bottom of the perscription, my troat still feeling chalky from swallowing all those down.
A plauge on both our houses. Another lifetime wasted. More players to the tragedy. I remember now.
Two mighty empires battle for my soul. Did not you tell me forever? Did not I swear to wait? When can the world quiet to allow us to be on with our innocent intentions. Yet I must shiver alone ever waiting and recalling the ghost of you. My soul laid bare my sins be judged a thousand times yet I am still not worthy of happiness. There is no me without you. May the punishment go on till not only eyes but lips and hands and hearts may meet as well.
A cowards death is a cowards friend and we grapple for the gun in this purgatory of our own making. Limbo is forever waiting.