Last Song of the NightYour handsupon mywaistPulling mecloser toyourChest, myarms aroundyourNeck, swayingto andfroTo the80's lovesongYou, Iand theroomAre spinning almost asfastAs myhead, andtheSpeakers beatalmost asloudAs myheart.
Returned or Burned?Will all the love I have for you ever be returned? Or maybe I'm waiting for my heart to be burned.Is all the hope I have simply pretend?I shutter at the thought of a bitter-sweet end.Is waiting for you like waiting for rain?Maybe I'm just opening my heart to pain. Does hope glimmer for the words you and me?Tell me what you think we should and could be.Are dreams of us only thoughts inside my head?I would rather have you in reality instead. Do you ever think of me all the time too?No one else in this whole world will do.Will you leave me wondering day and night?Only you can make this story of us right. Will you leave me all al
34 WednesdayI close my eyes.I see your face.But I walk the path alone.I watch you move.I see your smile.But I walk the path alone.I might say hi or walk on by and throw the feelings away.It’s dark and cold,As these memories unfold,And I need you.I see the truth.I hide away.But still I think of you.I see the girl.I know the end.But still I think of you.I realise as time goes by, I was never your type of girl.It’s dark and cold.As these memories unfold.And I need you.I see you talk.I hear you laugh.But I couldn’t do this yet.I think you care.I hear your words.But I couldn’t do this yet.Words over read, th
For my loveMy heart is pounding in my ears; I cannot hear a sound;I think you fell from Heaven's clouds, I saw you hit the ground.Your wings unfolded in my heart, I think I fell for you;I didn't know it at the start, I'm lost on what to do.I waited for eternity, For you to give me love,I've waited for you ever since, You fell from God, above.Now that you're safe here in my arms, I fin'ly get to say,I love you with my heart and soul, I feel it ev'ry day.
My roseMy roseTo love some one is not an easy featBut with you it seems like I may flyWhen I'm with you i feel wholly completeI promise with me you will never cryI may not ride a gleaming white horse But I will love you till the end of timeWith you I feel like my life is on coursemy heart and soul are now sublimeI'd rather sit under a tree with youThan to be in heaven with the angelsbecause without you life is very blueI swear I'm not playing any angleSo please know my love for you is trueYou are the one and only girl I love Lets stick together like gorilla glueThis is a match made in heaven aboveSo let us not begin to oppose
A Slight CurseI sit here and think,How perfect you are,From your hair to your eyes,Everything seems so far.You don't notice me, not a bit,Nothing is seen, except the candle that is lit,Our shattered hearts, make a perfect fit,Because we were both buried, under someone else's spit.My mother said, to be shy is a gift,But this, is just a stupid curse,I won't even breathe your name,Without feeling sick.I wrote this for you, I have no other way,To say what's on my mind, so I shall send,A poem, written from my shattered heart,In hopes, that ours, together, will mend.
pyromanticswhere Arsine is romanticand we dance around in circlescolors fill my mind and god this may burn upreal fast but i'm starting to believein destinyi wanna dance in the raini wanna light a matchand watch it burn real fasti wanna roll aroundhot within your sheets i wanna show youand watch it burn real fastand you play pianosometimes i can singit is going to be summer soonlet's hope it doesn'tburn up too fast
The mirrorI look in the mirror,and I find my self looking at youI no longer recognize myself,And I wish that wasn't true.My whole life I'm pretending,Every day is just lies.Loving you is my new identity,You're the soul behind my eyes.Your voice is all I hear,Echoing inside my head.When all else I know is gone,i feel my senses go deadI don't remember who I was,I have been lost for too longYou made things seem rightWhen everything appeared so wrong.I am lucky to be the center of your loveIn this relation ill be bound.But understand I'm searching for myself.The true me needs to be found.
EgoIn agony I remain restrained,Nothing more than my own fault,For letting my soul become so staind,And not keeping it all in a halt,I've opened my heart to brightness,Yet unprepared I truely was then,To break free from my loneliness,My cold and bleak, forlorn den.Since emotions are long departed,What was the reason for caring,I once understood why they started,Now gladly they're dissapearing,In control of this, nothing moreThan a fleeting moment of hope,My wounds are becoming but a sore,And my scars will help me cope.The 21st of May 2013
You are my sunshineYou are my Mona Lisa.You are my muse.When I write poetry.You're the inspiration I use.When I write a line.I think of your face.
Your the inspiration I use.
When I write a line.
I think of your face.'
It should be rather:
'When I write poetry,
You're the inspiration I use.
When I write a line,
I think of your face.'