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Moonlight

I recall those moments when it was just you and I, Hiding under the moonlight as our feet moved to the silence. With your eyes on mine, and your feet slowly following, I ignore the whispers of the unwanted gazers. The sound of our footsteps make up for the lack of music, Yet we both know we don’t need any. The scratching gravel moves to our shoes, As the moonlight covers our bodies. That was your time, your glistening in the night, That, was your moonlight. Advertisements

The Wrong Track

Sitting here, I think of nothing. When I gaze in the mirror, it’s nothing more than a blank expression. Do you have those moments when you don’t know who you are? Do you have times of complete obscurity? I can feel my skin, but it doesn’t feel right, It feels like a shell of someone else. Perhaps I’m mad, but I am still me, That’s what I hope in this world of delusion. I’m forced to live a life of taxing, I’m forced to suppress my expressive side. I’m taken… Read more The Wrong Track

A Blank Page

The purity of a heart can be corroded with rage, When one gazes upon the wrong turn of a page. The words written may be painful to see, Perhaps that page was even written by me. We all expect a dream to drift by soon, It’s what we dwell on under the light of the moon. The next page is yours, as it’s blank and new, So remember this blessing, the free life that was gifted to you.

What’s Wrong With Me?

I know I’m far from perfect, That’s why my memories are embarrassments. I’m far from the ordinary, I’m not the world’s perfect image, But I’m me. Isn’t that all we can ask for? I don’t wish to look like a movie star, Nor do I wish to sound like an artist. But if that’s so, they why do I recall dreadful events? Why did I say that? Why did I do that? I keep asking myself: what’s wrong with me?

Before We Begin

I want you to take the time to understand, There’s much to learn, this is no plain text. Before we begin, I want to view your start, Not my own, as I’ve seen enough of my world. Let me take a dive in the depths of your desires, So this for me, and I’ll show you what’s next. Before we begin, let me decorate your time, I’m not here for a quick skipping stone

Blind

I wonder if it is only me, Who is blind to all they should see? I cry in pain, and I wonder how, How many people can hear me now? There are voice in my head at times, But they whisper things of such vile crimes. I need a hand to help me through, I need a guide as strong as you.

Take Me To The River

Take me to the river bank so I may drown my sins, Take me to the furnace so I may burn away my imperfections. I’ll follow you to places that only you know, I’ll do everything for you, so long as you remain. But I see a spark dancing in your eye, I see a lie seeping through your skin. Why must you conquer that which is not yours? Why must you harm me whilst I’m standing on these thorns? I may be weak, but my eyes tell truths, Truths… Read more Take Me To The River

My Perfection

My eyes are dry like a grain of sand, My palms are damp from nerves that are weak. My heart is alive, but it rattles like a broken bulb, But your entirety is nothing short of my perfection. Take my hand, even though it’s not steady, Take my heart, even though is beats loudly. Take my eyes, please, remember their sight, And I’ll take yours, and never forget.