Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art. Show all posts

Monday, June 16, 2014

Passion

I have a passion for passion
The way your eyes can ignite
Like Christmas lights 
When I ask all the right questions
About your aspirations 

The way that passion can drive
You to the horizon
Of the land that 
Only you could imagine
At first

It's a thirst

It's a lust for life 
That you light up 
To keep yourself going 

It's enough 

To know that you got enough
To fuel your soul till you die
Makes me want to hold on even more
To the one who can walk alone 
I'd want to be the passion
But I only watch you 



Sunday, May 11, 2014

This Is Life

It Doesn't Matter If You Don’t (Life)
Our Broken Rhythm


I made a compromise when I first said “hello” to you
It took a while for me to process what that was
You made a compromise when you found my name, too
It took us ages to realise we were broken


I made a compromise by allowing you to be my friend
It was a hard thing for me - letting you in
You made a compromise giving me your heart to lend
It was a struggle for us every moment


We didn't listen to each other for a while
It was a stupid thing for me to do
We had a hard time coming back together
I guess there wasn't any rhythm


But I'm trying my best to show you I care
If you'll open up I’ll show you that it’s worth it
You are beautiful now so please don't disappear

My hands are always longing for your touch



I Wish, I Wish, I Wish...

I didn’t want you to dazzle me, honestly!
I mean, it’s not like I was out looking for heartbreak
I didn’t want you to smile too big or tell me you cared
It’s perfectly reasonable for me to want detachment

There’s not much to say about my artistic mind
or about how I get feelings so easily
It’s a pity, for sure, I’ll admit that
And it’s not like you helped at all by loving me when I wanted to die

So when I look at your bright eyes;
your white teeth;
your perfect skin;
your long hair:
dark, flowing, silky;
you, gorgeous in every way
I don’t want to be asking myself things like
“What did I do wrong?”
“How did I mess up?”

“Where did you go?”
In fact I’d rather I’d never felt nothing or anything however you put it
I’d rather I’d never met you or at least rather was blind
and on top of that I wish I was stupid
So I could never realise your brilliant worth
And could never love as a route to more hurt