Hurt me, love me
Breathe me, need me...
They ascend to judgment
on stilts of sycophancy...
What have we become?
How loud, how long, how lost, how numb...
Butterflies, butterflies
here and there...
Still she waits.
Still she burns...
I feel i need this
This ache in my chest...
I am moving along a silent sea,
Peace in spite of me...
1.
Once again...
Little scary tricks
wait upon closed doors...
Which is more valid,
to be, or not to be...
When kisses fade,
when love drifts into hibernation...
My hands upon yours,
upon you...