Sunday, October 27, 2013

9 and 1

Your tear drops on beach rocks inscribing
Like your head on my shoulder reclining
Even the city lights can’t dilute this night
In my memory your smile’s still blinding

Your hand holding mine as we’re praying
So coy, I’m the boy that you’re playing
Just a toy in your arms, you’re all wonder and charms
And you can’t hear a word that I’m saying

Your mask fits me too I can feel it
As the tide washes in, you reveal it
Confused and dismayed, yet it’s love that we played
And again as if heartache can heal it

And fear is my poison, my true vice
While you were my gamble and my price
The cost of the truth, was lost to me and you
And by then we both knew not to think twice

Your goodbye was ever enchanting
Your words winter wolf’s breath left panting
Surrounded on all sides, waiting for the cold bite
I might die with your friends still ranting

Your mark on the shoreline is gone now
And in autumn, without you I fall down
My roots dug too deep, guess that’s why I can’t sleep
As the air grows too cold for this song


Tuesday, October 22, 2013

9 and 0

City lights dilute the night sky
No stars out tonight
Just the memory of your eyes when I close mine
And the echo of a lie, when I say that I’m fine

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

ok

I don’t like you like you like me
But I’d like to make you happy anyway, is that okay?
I don’t trust you like you trust me
Trust me, maybe we could do something else today, is that okay?

Is that okay? Is that okay? Is that okay? Is that okay?

I don’t want you like you want me
But I don’t want you to be angry when I say, is that okay?
You don’t please me like I please you
So please don’t tease me when I can’t get away, is that okay?

Is that okay? Is that okay? Is that okay? Is that okay?

‘Cause I can still taste your kisses after so many hours
And I still feel your touch after so many showers
And I don’t want to be alone with you, is that so bad?
‘Cause I can still feel the scars where you stole my skin
I’m always running for the exit every time I’m in
And the worst part is you’re still the best friend I’ve ever had
So please, please, please don’t be mad

It’s not okay. It’s not okay. It’s not okay. It’s not okay.



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