the faint smell of ciggerettes on your skin
enough to steal my breath
intoxifying my lungs
as my heart reaches the top of my throat
the taste of your kiss
choking and restraining
to breathe from this heavy romance
is the grazing of soft and rough
a contrast so beautiful
tingling up and down my spine
the searing blaze between us
enough to burn us apart
enough to melt together our hearts.
There's s a sweet uncertainty in the stars,
How it kept the ocean's whisper warm,
Could this lead to something?
I bleed to read the tales
Which your eyes tell,
It flows through every quarter of me,
I could die a thousand deaths,
Should this feeling come to be?
Every movement you make
Pushes me further,
Somewhere vagabonds meet and stall,
Like autumn leaves of gray skies,
Will this be my second fall?
This chance bears nothing
If it isn't seized,
Take my hand and bring us up,
Admire the crescendos that lead the way,
How much of this is true?
All the signs seem to say
Nothing which I understand,
Walking along the beaten path,
by Bright eyes is a truly enchanting song and although I've constantly got Conor Oberst playing in the background on repeat, I somehow completely forgot to admire the beautifully contructed lyrics of this song. His music always tells a story, both painful and true. Painfully true. Reality is a cruel, cruel disease.
And I start attacking my vodka, stab the ice with my straw. My eyes have turned red as stoplights, you seem ready to walk. You know I'll call you eventually, when I wanna talk
'Til then you're invisible.
And each morning she wakes with a dream to describe, Something lovely that bloomed from her beautiful mind. I said "I'll trad
I've done a new deviation using your idea of my horse, but with a bird, i've tried to make it look like a phoenix, but colors doesn't help, take a look if you want [link]