Dark

Strange Air…

Dark nights and a strange air…
Do you think it’s our future, calling us in?
Or is it just the past…
Tell me…
Tell me my sweet love…
Should I dive in deep…
Or Just float above…
Tell me…
O’ tell me my sweet love….

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Foggy nights #MicroFWF @kellie_elmore

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Foggy nights and strange men…

Breathing in a dusted face…

But walked she straight on…

The paths as visible, they became…

Leading to her door, she could never

call home….

Hollowness Of A Belief…..

It all seems so hollow…
Things we’ve been told
things we’ve learnt…
Everything changed
bleeding colours to reveal the truth
the heart tried to avoid for times gone by…
Never shall I believe again my mind says
but hope holds my head tossing itself back to support me and tell me
maybe it’ll all change
may be not….
But you don’t
your love shouldn’t…
And I still believe him for some reason….

Dust On The Mirror….. #FWF

Dust On The Mirror

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Smokes and coffee cups by my side…

An ashtray of unfinished thoughts to abide…

Looking down my broken window, tainted…

With a picture of the future, in my past I painted…

When we wiped the dust, of the mirror…

But not our face, where lied the terror….

Hurts To See You…..

Hurts to see you

I see you this time…

I see you in his arms…

I cant see this any more…

It kills me inside…

To see your head resting on his…

It should be me…

I’ve loved you for ages gone by…

I’ll love you for ages to come…

I just want to feel your loving fingertips…

On mine, while he wants your body…

I just want to see you smile…

While he wants to kiss you…

I just want to feel your pure soul…

While he wants to feel your body…

Baby I want to do everything he does too…

But not the way he wants to…

I cant see you with him…

It just feels so wrong…

It feels wrong to see someone else…

Pretend to love you…

While I watch from far…

When I truly do…

And when he hurts you every time…

You have my shoulders to cry on…

Just like that, I want to laugh with you too…

You call me a good person and friend…

But that’s not why I do what I do…

I’m giving up on me…

My heart’s started to stop…

Stopped beating anymore…

It feels like I’m drowning…

No air or hand to hold…

Who do I go to when I feel this way everyday…

What should I do, when I feel this way everyday…

Should I just live with this…

Because you love him…

Even when he hurts you everyday…

But you cant accept mine…

Even when I wouldn’t any day…

I cry alone on the streets at night…

knowing, no one will ever hold me again…

I’ve ruined myself to succumb…

To these words inside of me…

The scribbled names upon my palms…

I have to swallow my pride everyday…

To follow you, to comfort you…

But still in the night…

When you make up with him…

I’m left feeling this way, every night…

Yet I don’t know why…

I choose to continue everyday…

Even when I know it’ll hurt…

Hoping that someday it’ll change…

It feels so wrong, to see him…

Grabbing your hand, when I was meant to hold it…

To love you, how the raindrops…

Fall upon the ground and flow…

Through the cracks, to fill them…

I just want to be able to love you…

Is it too much to ask…

It hurts so much…

I die a little everyday, without you baby…

I guess I don’t deserve it…

Or else you would’ve loved me too….

Demons and Angels…..

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What I must confide myself with or in, to curb this urge to love; countless and infinite atoms of pure love, flowing throwing my strings, to my fingers, to my toes, to my head. Its that moment of a rattling craving, gushing through every crack in my soul, creates glowing rivers of love and lust, procuring every desire of mine to seal and transform it into a demon, thirsty, oh so thirsty to be understood by its missing parts, he is so, voraciously looking for, searching for. Just waiting to be ravished from its depths until the angel inside him breaks away free, through those cracks bursting out to fly so high. Its wings spread across the oceans of isolation, overshadowing it with mercy, the mercy of love, found rarely. But is inside what we call our demons, are nothing but agonised angels, risen from the graves of sorrow, pain or isolation. Not voluntary this act, but certainly circumstancial. It’ll hurt, but there will be a time when you will be answered, I, will be answered. Every letter, every word, every question, the way it’s supposed to be, meant to be, A demon an Angel….

Mending Fences…..

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Wooden is its nature, but bold is its stance….

Looking to go back, I’m looking for a chance….

To my this structure, I once called home….

My mother every morning, bathed in pour homme…..

Father did sit, but not idle on the couch….

To hand him the paper and his coffee I would crouch….

Then came my Bruno, running right to my hug….

Not very tall, he was a bright little pug….

We’d sing songs of laughter and togetherness….

Little we knew, about the plans of youth wilderness….

In the flash of a second, I became a rebel….

Hard to explain, what was that spell….

Left all to rot, moved away with time….

Saw lands unseen, tasted some thyme….

Grew to be bitter, With places I felt….

Kept looking for myself, to cover my guilt…

Staring at this picture, reminding me who I am….

The fence outside the wooden wall, this is what I am….

Sheltered with love, concreted with trust….

Values for life, my creators handed without a bust….

I feel so alone in this crowded town, looking back….

Want to go back to my home, my parents love shack….

Its too late some say, I’ve lost they say….

I’ll try I say, Build a home there again I shall never betray…..