I’ve walked for miles on a journey too long..
Searching for an oasis, through every right and wrong..
The skies cried a flood when I finally took a nap..
Now all I’m left with is a broken compass, a torn map..
Whichever road I take, it gets closer but I remain far..
I’m a lost traveller and she’s the North Star!
The color of your soul, is precisely what my darkness seeks..
The compelling strokes of your brush, creating wild ocean peaks..
These cravings that evoke me, more than I’d like to confess..
The touch of your fingertips, for my body is your canvas..
Hold my hand and run away,
Far from the city lights..
To spend a night in the forest,
Hear the birds sing a lullaby..
To watch the wild game of survival,
As the little deer learns to fight..
See the rain kiss the earth,
An anticipated reunion with the sky..
Hold my hand and run away,
To the mountain shining bright..
Let’s fall, in love then stray away,
Till we carelessly learn to fly..
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But never becoming one..
You and I,
Like the glowing horizon…
Bring me the warmth,
of the lies of your love..
It’s been too cold,
She looks like a star from a distance, you’d wish to stare at for a while..
Making the darkest nights glow with a simple touch, a single smile..
But when you get closer only to find, that she is no star but a lost meteorite..
Struggling to survive on a lonely planet, now that it’s home is destroyed..
She weaves a perfect web around herself, enslaving her soul inside..
I keep searching for a loophole to free her and escape to the mountains wide..
Neither her love, nor her beauty, there’s nothing that I ask for..
Just an urge to heal a wound, on an angelic soul so kind and pure..
So why don’t you take my hand, and let me ease your pain..
When you’ve got nothing to lose, and I have nothing to gain..
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He loved triangles, so he decided to gift me one..
Ever since I’m enclosed in it, always on a run..
On one end there’s love, and birds and a pair of rings..
On other end there’s hate, and a pair of broken wings..
I stand on the third end, while it tears my soul apart..
You stand on each end, staring at my broken heart..
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On a moonlit night, listening to stories untold…
Or a warm summer morning, like melted gold..
The rusty old shoes, the same necklace of pearls..
The same old songs and her hair in perfect curls..
In the deafening peace of a snowy winter night..
The clock ticked louder, reminding of it’s might..
But everything at the sea was forever changing..
Change is life, thus the old man loved kayaking..
I run through the cold nights, barefeet..
Cheeks kissed by ice demons..
Searching every park and lake..
I see you in everything, for a moment..
Then you disappear, with the fog I exhale..
“I am broken”, she resisted..
“And I’m a mechanic,
Spent my whole life fixing things”, he insisted..
“Did you ever fix a living tragedy”? she asked..
“There’s always a first time”, he reassured!