I wouldn’t dream about you

I wouldn’t dream about youhad you not comeeuphoria about youthere in your lineswords entwinethey give in so much about who you areI couldn’t deny thembelieve me (my love)when I don’t say muchI say a whole lotplease excuse this complex…matter of where things are If you weren’t thereI wouldn’t dream about you

Sharing you in this rusty red crusty make believe

Must I, if I, can Ishare you for a bit?I promise it’ll only be a centuryof love fking as bright as dayholy sunshine, scattered through our bodiesas time flieswho careswhen there’s you and I and nothingreal anyway Let the sound of whiney music speak for itselflet the mad people keep turning up again and again

Sweet surrender kiss

What girls were made to believea guy who knows it all, as he spins her in her pretty dressunderneath the falling ambiance within a globewhere they look at each other with hopeless loveforever Forgive me if I’ve broken several heartsit’s just that I don’t feel worthy to believeand don’t taunt me if I’ve stepped out

The feeling of love

I believe in you I believe that you’re real I can be so stoic sometimes but when I have emotions, I know that they’re real I believe in this I believe that this love is real it penetrates the deepest of impermeable layers it runs from head to toe I’m nonexistent without it there’s nothing

It’s that type of love

Would I give my life for her? Would I sacrifice everything, for her? Would I let my self be a puppet to her strings? Would I trust her… with every god damn thing? When there’s darkness, there’s nothing else but silence When there’s a room, there’s nothing but my body and my heart in it

Hello from the future

It’s two hundred thousand years later And I think about you Where you roamed, what you saw, what you felt How you lived. I look at my hands, and notice that they’re so pristine. Yours must have been bruised, and maybe the lines that run across your palms were darker. Hello from the future. We’re