Inspired
Heaven,
Graceful, your angels.
Nothing to my dreams,
filled with anxiety and
sarcasm which i love.
The passionate flow of words
up and down them torn pages,
open up your book of phrases,
let me browse and be amazed,
it seems everyone has a unique way with words,
my love
You hold onto grains of sand
wishing they were something more,
perhaps fibers forming my thoughts?
Alocated from whence i came,
i fell too deep and now you need to pull me back.
Deep waters that shine, so dark
welcoming anyone into their flow,
though the lakes stand still.
Frozen, crystal clear pages of liquid
that run through my white fingers
and it feels so far away, my love
I once saw you with blonde hair,
it blew me away, like a summer breeze
or a gust of a winter blizard nowhere near.
Leafelets piling up,
like the drainage of sewer systems
from the medieval times
like a black plague knocking on my door
i will draw a cross and hope it'll go away
but it wont, cause its you, my love
and i couldnt know any better
i once saw you with freshly cut hair
you told me not to tell you about it
but i made at least three good jokes and you didnt mind
I know.
I watched you take photos of the sea
and the sunset which hadn't even started
its like watching my bleeding knuckles
grow a thicker skin from all the beating
or just the fresh blood drying up into little scabs
which i'll pick off anyway, my love
I've always wanted to read a dictionary
but i never got to, you headed my way.
I wanted all of those words of wisdom
but no one ever gave me the time
or i just wasted it on art and music
I feel so wasted, my love, my world
Its like every second lovesong you hear
the same old phrases, the same clichés
but its still life, as odd it may seem.
I could never write a normal love song
it would come out too clean or too dirty
dress me up and make my day, is all i ask, my love.
I once saw you without your hat
and i told you you looked gorgeous
even with my jacket,
This is not a chorus
but just a piece of a poem i just wrote
i find it something interesting to try after such a long while
and i get my kicks from knowing you read it.
As i said, i once saw you without your guitar
walking through the city towards me
i didnt think anything of it, but i had my shirt unbuttoned.
But i didnt care, i think you didnt care either, my love.
Graceful, your angels.
Nothing to my dreams,
filled with anxiety and
sarcasm which i love.
The passionate flow of words
up and down them torn pages,
open up your book of phrases,
let me browse and be amazed,
it seems everyone has a unique way with words,
my love
You hold onto grains of sand
wishing they were something more,
perhaps fibers forming my thoughts?
Alocated from whence i came,
i fell too deep and now you need to pull me back.
Deep waters that shine, so dark
welcoming anyone into their flow,
though the lakes stand still.
Frozen, crystal clear pages of liquid
that run through my white fingers
and it feels so far away, my love
I once saw you with blonde hair,
it blew me away, like a summer breeze
or a gust of a winter blizard nowhere near.
Leafelets piling up,
like the drainage of sewer systems
from the medieval times
like a black plague knocking on my door
i will draw a cross and hope it'll go away
but it wont, cause its you, my love
and i couldnt know any better
i once saw you with freshly cut hair
you told me not to tell you about it
but i made at least three good jokes and you didnt mind
I know.
I watched you take photos of the sea
and the sunset which hadn't even started
its like watching my bleeding knuckles
grow a thicker skin from all the beating
or just the fresh blood drying up into little scabs
which i'll pick off anyway, my love
I've always wanted to read a dictionary
but i never got to, you headed my way.
I wanted all of those words of wisdom
but no one ever gave me the time
or i just wasted it on art and music
I feel so wasted, my love, my world
Its like every second lovesong you hear
the same old phrases, the same clichés
but its still life, as odd it may seem.
I could never write a normal love song
it would come out too clean or too dirty
dress me up and make my day, is all i ask, my love.
I once saw you without your hat
and i told you you looked gorgeous
even with my jacket,
This is not a chorus
but just a piece of a poem i just wrote
i find it something interesting to try after such a long while
and i get my kicks from knowing you read it.
As i said, i once saw you without your guitar
walking through the city towards me
i didnt think anything of it, but i had my shirt unbuttoned.
But i didnt care, i think you didnt care either, my love.