You, Are my moving elevation; the horizontal line that I am resisting on But I swear, I will grow the strength to pull up and become the sunrise to your horizon I will shine my strength and warmth that makes you smile I will show you protection from the night scary skies when I rise I will stand high noon so you can look up to me whenever you need a smile But you are my moving elevation, and I know there will be times when you show me your shoulder, And I know there will be times you push around from me Dark times and lonely nights, These distances you can see with black starry skies when you’ve lost sight of horizons, But never lose hope. Because I promise I’ll give you vision, I will show you the horizon, I will resist, I will come to you I will fill your world with colours and life. But tonight, close your eyes, think of my resistance and believe in me I will always come to you when you wake.
Am I your icy water? Am I so smooth, I shock your system when it’s + 45 Am I the smell of dirt, trees, grass and leaves? Cause I try. To be calm to reduce your anger Be peaceful to diminish your fear Composed to lessen your tension I’ll be as cold as I need. … Continue reading Icy Waters
Wow I heard you’re more social now, I think I better go all out Maybe that way you’ll come about And realize I was just being stubborn But I was bleeding covered Un-agreeing, my well-being was fleeing. I can’t remember the fight; it led to a breakup, usually turned into a make-up; on and off … Continue reading Light Switch
I miss you on my Saturdays. I still remember the way we loved, and our foreplay. Listening to reggae when she’s hopped up, she’s got me popped up. So good, she wrote the story to my screenplay You made me excited to wake up for my Sundays. Felt like she was the cherry on every … Continue reading My Saturdays
Keys on a piano, the melodic soprano; makes music that only my memories can hear and mend words from the hands of Shakespeare. This story, holds to me, very dear. Of when I was young, doves fill in my lungs. Four chords of a C major bring back memories of when I was a teenager. … Continue reading Tomorrow
A life of struggle at a distance is nothing without time and space. A life of struggle at a distance is nothing without time and a feeling out of place. I’m calling to you to help me embrace what should have been a commonplace. Yet your straight face puts me at disgrace, not wanting to … Continue reading Blurred
What does it mean when I feel like I’m breaking boundaries I feel like I’m battling an issue, Feel like I can’t continue and maybe I just need a tissue Handed to me, By her, Maybe it’s something in her that I prefer, or the way I like to hear her scream moan and purr … Continue reading Breaking Boundaries