Gifts
My fingers wrap themselves around… I’m always searching for warmth in… Effortlessly, I smile at her; she… I have perfected the art of sellin… I stare down at my glass
I like this feeling, This gift of believing That I’m capable of fulfilling Closer to achieving Surpassing the unthinkable
I’m not yet ready I’m not ready to be split open I’m not ready to find you’re still… Let me believe I healed Let me believe you were consigned…
This is my story I was born in the middle of a stor… Welcomed by the dead of night My little heart jolted by the soun… The rain drops in tune with my mot…
If I could pause the memory clock… When the sun stood unwavering at i… Trees danced to the tune of the wi… Leaves fell gracefully like balle… And children ran around loudly, ca…
Echoes resounded yet I needed mor… Now I keep racking my brain For the different things I could… An enigma of feelings The residue of my lonesome ways
He loved me in a way that made me… For a while I wondered whether th… I kept telling him I needed more I was like a dried up ocean and he… I was restless, I needed more
You live on in the wind that wraps… You live on in her eyes, when she… You live on in the moon that reviv… You live on in her smile, when she… You live on in our song that I pl…
You were like a sweet cool breeze… The way it runs its fingers in you… Lingers on your sticky skin whispe… Lifting your skirts wickedly with… Leaving your body wanting, aching…
Oh how I enjoy the night The still silence is something spi… Caffeined by the incessant chirpin… My thoughts are a waterfall flowin… The cock crows; we sense the dawn
The lights go out Darkness takes over my mind I can see only the unreal... The sound of the piano Whispers in my ears
A week ago, in a quiet life, I dwelt in realms of mild disquiet… In shadows deep, a spark dares ign… A silent buzz bubbling with excite… All but a touch is all it took,
Beneath this mountainous layer Were feelings too rare I laid it all bare Without a single care Of the possibility of a great tear
People always say 'Be the change… If applied, it’s supposed to make… Why, then, do I feel the hearts o… Why do I hear the voices of the o… The core of the earth bleeds pain…
Color my hair a labyrinth Paint my eyes with insecurities an… My lips with whispers, secrets and… My ears with arguments and wars My arms with wings, inexperienced,…