Meet me in a dream
In a world where our past
hasn't passed yet.
Where all that we would take back has yet to be given
Driven on our knowledge of the pain of loss make with me the better choices we needed to do.
I love who you pretend to be so dream a dream with Me and play that role you undoubtedly cast yourself in. I had just wanted the truth trust And a friend.
What we took from ourselves we are without and it is an empty spot and faded out lines scrawling the image of the future we'd hoped to make.
But now we are awake and I am alone and I miss you sometimes. You are; who knows but I hope you're just fine; and I hope you don't miss me.
I pray this to be a one-sided agony and for you to have a fulfilled future without a thought of me to bring on that tumbled stomach hollow ache
That bitter taste with our memories.
But when you dream
When you dream I pray you meet me under that street light and that I forgive youa and we can float together and dance on stars and just not have to wonder where you are again. For a time...
An ode to you my love lost friend.
Pull back the Curtains
If I pulled back the curtains what would you see? Would it be something different from me? From your limited human perspective, it may look as if I'm mismanaging things. But you don't know what I know or see what I see.
My Next Breath
I want my next breath to enter your mouth ~ go down into your soul as if it's finally home knocking whatever taste you had before completely out so you can remember how it feels to have someone you love never want to leave
The I Between Heaven + Hell
No, not
a Fighter;
an Igniter:
and all are
Welcomed
to Sit . . .
....or Add
their Fuel
to the Fire.
under the Apollo’s gaze, I found a home
it's okay
my heart is just as bruised and battered as yours
but within you, it finds a place to rest
to breathe
it finally feels safe
safe in words no dictionary could hold
Inspiration
when you look at
yourself,
i hope you see the
inspiration you've
always been to
others.
He lay in a bed of Broken Glass
He sleeps in a bed of broken glass,yet he dosen't have a single scratch
His skin now adorned with scars yet not a single scratch
He slept in the bed of glass for so long that his once soft skin turned thick and scared
He no longer felt the pain of where he lay
But fins comfort in something that's just as broken as he is
