

Summer in Your ArmsSummer in Your ArmsSummer in Your Arms
The smell of fresh wind It sends, sends chills up my spine Your warm touch against me It sends, sends scores of comfort The burning sun blaring at me It sends, sends painful tingles on my skin A kiss you place upon my cheek It sends, sends a beautiful feeling in my body The soft and uncontrolable moon It sends, sends cold warmth from such pale while
Light against this warm fire upon soft sand As you place your lips upon mine Forgetten the forgotten Intwine your fingers in mine Moments alone wit you feel so safe Sha


Pure Like A Cloudy DayPure Like A Cloudy DayPure Like A Cloudy Day
Whispers as soft as wind Cold as a midnight breeze Laughter as crooked as a disturbed mind Fresh like a young tease Hope as hopeless
Live as lifeless Pure like a cloudy day
Writing like a speechless women Laughing as a silent bird Looking at all the sad lonely men There is nothing that's said that can't be heard Drawn to you like a cartoon Attatched to you like the afternoon Lingering here now for no night but tonight


Silent NightSilent NightSilent Night
The sun barely sinks in throughout my open door Beeming through each corner on my floor Make way for my being For I lie here without feeling
Move through the silent night Seek from within the dragging sight Can you not find the calm breath? Can you not feel the soft shift?
Share with me the whipsers that you felt for so long Hold together the verse from your haunted song For I found out what keeps my heart beating It was you all along sitting silently fr so long


What you giveIs this new? The feelings that surrond the question. They have an acidic coating. One that erodes. Decays the true feeling. The one that matters. It's awkward in so many ways. This is love. There is no question. Understanding what thoughts mean. No longer guessing. Pretending no longer. Where does the pain come from? Is there truth from the fraud? Or is there another? This rambling will cease. There is no question. Swing for one more. One more what? Arms and legs tangled. Wishing to be close. Oh So CloseWhat you give
Devious Comments
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dave is my drug
its a proven fact.
Sometimes knowing yourself too much creates self-loathing.
have you ever loved someone so much it hurt?
yes and it's the best pain I ever felt
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