That smile oh that smile I
hear it in your voice,
Kaleidoscopic colors from your mouth
made by choice,
And I fall a little deeper
a little deeper than before,
Drugged a little deeper
needing a little more….
That smile oh that smile I
hear it in your voice,
Kaleidoscopic colors from your mouth
made by choice,
And I fall a little deeper
a little deeper than before,
Drugged a little deeper
needing a little more….
Tonight I watched
as the soft sheets of rain fell,
My thoughts they swirled a vortex
but on many did I dwell,
I watched as the plume of smoke left my lips
and carried off by the wind,
I looked to the sky
the only judge that I’ve sinned,
My thoughts they spun
to which I’d rather be,
The softest of rain
or the wind wild and free,
My thoughts turned to the elements
to nature and more,
Each one impressive
not like the one before,
My innermost being Earth
this I know,
The scars of the past and yet still
she does grow,
To be kissed by the warmth
of the sun in the sky,
Caressed by the rain
with the softest of sigh,
Hear the song of the wind
like the call of a child,
And still she grows
strength untamed free spirited and wild….
.x.
And it’s those days
those rainy days,
Those endless days
those days with many endless ways,
Where emotions bubble
from deep inside,
Where feelings escape
just go on the slide,
Those days you wish
the world away,
Where you just need two arms
and the promise of stay,
When the nightmares they came
haunt you in your sleep,
And they pick at forever
nightmare’s a secret you keep,
Those words and those eyes
stay with you til light,
And you long for that smile
that’s kept out of sight,
And you wake up exhausted
you fall out of bed,
There’ll be days that you’ll think
you’d be better off dead,
But get up you will
with rain clouds your friend,
The soft pitted patter
feels it won’t end,
And softly you’ll
sigh,
Tears will well and
you’ll cry,
All that you want
is two arms to hold,
The words that they’ll be there
your knight brave and bold,
You’ll just want words
upon your skin,
You’ll just want love
the warmth within,
When that day is so gray
innocence gone you feel old,
You’ll quite simply crave
two arms to hold….
.x.
Esto fidelis.
Da tuis cunctis.
Verum.
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