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I am holding myself together. a breath of wind could dissolve me and scatter me in a heartbeat. senses dulled by dancing lights, I am a collection of disjointed fragments. please don't ask me any questions. my voice is not saying the same thing as my face, and you're not looking at me. I am a basket case. (put me in your basket and take me away). why are my tears always so close to the surface now? for you, I wear my heart upon my sleeve. feelings that slept drugged inside me are awake now and ready to spring without warning; so keep watch - several gears are loose: I may break down at any moment. travel at your own risk. for you, I wear my heart on my sleeve: vulnerable and open. through the rain and mist, I see the sky. I'm going back to the pretty bright lights - out and up and away. |
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lying in a net of someone else's golden star lights, I can't help but feel colder. breathing on borrowed time. every touch burns; every word aches- beautiful cherished pinpricks. and while each embrace is bittersweet, the empty spaces are cold with desire. repentance for tears and loneliness in anticipation but I can't help it; I want you. a swarm of what-ifs swim round like fish darting to brush my skin sending a shiver in dreams I fight I'll scream at the mirror don't look at me that way we'll make it - we have to. every chord played upon my heartstrings sick with longing oh, I need you I can't help it; I need you hopelessly holding out against time we cannot give in neither in spirit nor words a small, voiceless thing, bound by root to earth; I grow towards your fire, careless that I may burn. I can't help it; I want you. in some star-mariner's net we lie shivering in the light confused, but together life's unending traffic circle at once proves and disproves the theory of forever and I am afraid you'll go, and leave me stone-blind again; strike the lyrics from my lips. and you are afraid that if we should part, I'll not breathe again. I will always breathe for you - I can't help it; I love you, and words are too fragile to tie down to this living feeling. I'll hold your light and quell your fears; I will be there when the stars fall into the sea. how can I help it? I love you. |
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in the deep dark, harmony rings - it calls to me, oh, calls to me. let sleep rest heavy upon dreaming eyelids, and come to me now, come to me. the weary world drifts away into oceans of light and colour. and I dream; in dreams I find the thread of a song unravelling again. and ever the promise of light beyond - calling to me: oh, come to me. |
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upon the last day frozen skies and flat grey light I reach back still unwilling to lose my hold on the days gone by memories too dear to let become simply that. and still regrets and fear for the unknown what difference can I cause; I that crawl but a corner of this vast place? the beautiful, frightening thing about time is it passes. the wonderful, terrible thing about life is it ends. and what have I to prevent the ages from sweeping me up in their tides? I have words - I have words. |