She gave me her heart and everything below it..
Above all, her mind..
..she kept for herself.
That’s why I love her.
My soul is captured in her stare.
Hands crippled by my craft; I am no longer a craftsman..
No longer a man of my word but I still speak with the depth and darkness of oceans.
A false Prophet.
A fools profit.
But She is far from naive and has nothing to lose.
Now she just stares and although I can no longer charm her with my craft,
My soul is captured in her stare..
..and when she closes her eyes, I’m hers.
My Raindrop. You give life to the earth. You quench my thirst.
We both fell at the same time..
But You hit the ground first.
This moment has happened an infinite amount of times..
And yet, I never. See. It coming.
And I am never prepared for it.
(You) never cease to remind me that some things..
Somehow we always seem to follow the same patterns
I am always left amazed.
I love the fact you you and me aren’t unconditional.
I appreciate the fact that you stay when it gets dark.
The possibility of drifting away holds us closer together..
What does it matter..
If she does not feel the same?
Whenever you are in any form of doubt, just remember…
They were here due to proximity.
We were world’s apart…
And still, there was an “Us”.
After many orbits, and years of being affected by the gravity of others..
I have finally gone full circle.
This is where it started, another new beginning.
My words are in chains
Often straight over her head
A slave to my prose
You can’t save me.
You can’t make me smile,
You cant make me cry,
You can’t hurt me..
..you don’t have that power over me, that is mine alone.
You can hold me.
You can freeze time just by placing your head on my shoulder.
So soft and delicate on the senses.
You can walk away at any moment..
..and leave me.