It's your kisses soft and sweet
It's the touch of our skin, bare
It's laying on the couch
It's your fingers in my hair
All the simple little things
Worth more to me than gold
Show the vastness of your love
Without a word being told
But of all the little things
It's when you look me in the eyes
I see your heart in those three words
And the heart knows no lies
I love you more and more for every little thing.
love is a battlefield, or so they say.
i am the wide-eyed soldier who fights accepting of an unknown fate. i will not lose to my own fears. there is no victory for the heart of a coward, only shame.
in my head you sit
this person i don't know
you used to have my heart
until i let it go
as i fell away
we quickly drifted far
until one day i realized
i'd forgotten who you are
we used to hug and kiss
we used to sleep all day
and now i can't imagine
why things are this way
it's not that i still need you
though i'd love to see your face
i just hoped when all was done
that we wouldn't be erased
when confronted with the unatainable
some cower and descend
some idle in ill pursuit
but those who bypass will transcend
there is a fork in progression
will you abandon your inhibition
take the path less traveled
and awaken to life's mission
for it is only when we have nothing to lose, that we have everything to gain.
last night i was sad.
this morning i was sad.
so i went to bed-
and i died in my sleep
while the sun was out.
when the workers told me i was dead i did not believe them.
why? how?
i told them i loved someone
they told me i could contact him
but i wasn't ready.
how do you tell someone you're dead?
actually, i was to call him on his cell phone
the workers said myspace might be easier.
I put it off.
I went through afterlife orientation- still in shock over my own death.
at the end i said- i need to call him.
so they handed me a phone and his number
and it was difficult to dial.
i put the phone to my ear-
and i woke up in my bed.
i was flat on my back with tears in my eyes.
the sun was still shining on me.
i am happy. if he does not love me, i am still happy. at least i am still allowed to love.
i look at you for a sign
a sign that you agree
maybe you will answer
in the way you look at me
and so my mind lies waiting
and days later you will say
that i'm looking at you strangely
so for now i'll look away
it was black outside
and we stood at the checkout
stillness
beep
beep
i leaned against you sturdy and half conscious
standing tall
you let me rest into your arm
i looked at you
and you were looking forward
stillness
he is pure
my milk and honey drink
goes down smooth
soothing all my marks of misuse
taking me back
to a simpler, more innocent time
erasing, repaving
delicious
but i am hesitant to indulge
inhale, hold on
we go under
cool to the core
alien acoustics
muffled vibrance
we hold eahother, weightless
and share a moment
we surface and fill our lungs in sync
submerge with me
and let the silence set you free
this was for a photographer... let's just say my feelings towards him are much different now.
your voice is a reflective pool
but almost gritty
like cheap chocolate
sugary soul food
yes
your voice develops a grainy image
on smooth glossy paper
