There are things that can’t be expressed in words; calling it love would be insulting to what I have for you, like searching for a pirate ship in shallow waters. There are things that can’t ever be mine. Be it words or you.
I still see you Spilling drinks Laughing hard I still hear you Sharing stories Joking about Life and times I sometimes wish We shared drinks, Stories, jokes And life
Would you be the sun In the winters of my life That’s freezing in dismay? Would you be my beginning As hope ends, everyday? Would you be the song That comes with the wind Carrying fallen leaves away? Would you be my sky That brings the rainbow After a rainy day?
“I love you.” He said, looking at her face reflecting the moonlight. “OMG! A shooting star! I’ve never seen one before. You said it and it just happened. What is this?” She shrieked in awe. “In that case, darling…” He whispered “I’d shoot every fucking star out of the sky.”
Sometimes I talk to the stars They listen, y’know Sometimes I listen to the wind It sings, soft and slow Sometimes I look into the water And hear it say, “you’re in for a show” Sometimes I sit by the fire As it warms my soul Sometimes I lose myself Searching for you
Put me to sleep, and I Cross my heart, hope to die This will be the Final lullaby
Why do you keep me up In my dreams? How do you make me dream When I’m wide awake? What have you done? I see you everywhere. Sorceress.