Dim lit windows at 1am, the record playing the same song,
Candles burning out, on the table are waiting more,
Pages filled with grief, her tears are the ink,
Dim lit windows at 1:30am, wonder if she ever sleeps.
Dim lit windows at 2:00am, the wind is blowing low,
Leaves rustle in the tree, a scent of caffeine from the stove,
Curtains left open, the red dress hanging from the door,
Dim lit windows at 2:30am, wonder if she didn't find a date for prom.
Dim lit windows at 3:00am, the rain is falling now,
Her shadow calmly walks upstairs, the cup of coffee left alone,
Caught the sight of her midnight black hair, the image was fickle,
Dim lit windows at 3:30am, the rain stopped, not a single ripple.
Dim lit windows at 4:00am, the curtains now closed,
Yet my thoughts are plagued by her and the melody of her favorite song,
The night is never dark for her, the street lamp making her feel at ease,
Dim lit windows at 5:00am, she has finally found peace in dreams.
Carcasses of memories where her heart belonged,
Ashes of words where her thoughts corrode,
Dreams spread out on a silken cloth,
Just to be washed away by the storm.
Rocks of love in the pendant she worn,
But what use is it of when her lover's gone?
Hopes written and collected in a jar of glass,
Only to be broken and thrown away in trash.
Her melodies like a forgotten tune,
Played on an abandoned broken record,
Waves residing where her eyes belonged,
In the end she was the oceans favorite song,
Carried away by the waves to the land of lost.
And when I told you I loved the city, you set it on fire. Now I'm afraid to hand you my heart.
To: Heaven
For: My Darling
Skyscraper of glass, bluish hues of dawn
Fever dreams mid-november
Memories lost in the winter strom
Whispers of mist on my window
Ghost of your touch haunting my dreams
Your reflection on my bedroom mirror
Yet when I blink you're gone.
Ocean of grief drowning me to its heart
Stay for a little while, my sweet darling
My eyes have gone dry, no tears left
Show me mercy, even if it's fickle
I'll fall to my knees, gazing at heavens above
Strings of our heart intertwined
Yet we're two world's apart
Come back my darling
Or expect my arrival.
Sitting alone in the dark brooding night
The party in full swing yet she's left out
The nicotine in her system
Along with dreams and hopes
But she's never satisfied
Now she can't hear her thoughts
Because in her head chaos is rooted
Turning to leave or to leap into desperation
But she's fine because she knows
She knows the sting of thorns of love
She knows her drugs
She knows her love
All the pills she is high on
All the nights she'd spent crying
She knows her addiction
She knows her desperation
So she is going back
Back to where she started of.
Rereading The Cruel Prince and the way Cardan was so much obsessed with Jude that he didn't know what to do so he just wrote her name several times on the paper like a mantra crackles me up each time.
And the fact Jude thought he did it because he hate her Like GIRLL, he's mad obsessed over you!
I have many regrets but oh my love, I'm afraid you will be that one I'll never be able to forget.
I have not much to give but I'll tear out my heart if you ask to hold it.
I don't believe in heaven or hell but if there's a hell, I'll meet you there.
You didn't even looked at me,
While I die to see you everyday.
I hate you, I hate you so much,
Yet I can't help but wait for you.
Your heart may belong to someone else,
But i wish for your soul to be mine.
You die to hear from her everyday,
While I rot in the wait for you to be mine.
The Tsunami falls apart when your lips meet mine.
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