Wednesday, April 11, 2012

T.I.T.F.D.O.M.L.

you are the first droplets of rain from this oncoming storm
from every direction into the seas of my soul
making your way into the trenches of my home
cutting me open and swallowing me whole

hanging on to the remaining bits of grey
wasting away as pretty flowers take its place
everyday is such a bright & beautiful day
and i am not sure what to make of this place

colours in my brain and shocks through my veins
cigarette smoke slowly killing my lungs
shocks through my veins and colours in my brain
you are a sturdy noose from where i am hung

when you are not here i whither away
floating down clouds keeping me warm
illusions of you and the fields where you lay
your wonderful heart keeps me so warm

i have not a clue what to make of this feeling of elation
afraid i have stumbled onto something too overwhelming
but my eyes stay glued to this brand new sensation
my body grows accustomed to the waters… i think i am staying

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