NipsAndCurve

I must shed no tears for you, love. That will break our sacred limit. I love the way I ache for you. The way you make me sicken in the heart, The way your smile lights my day. Your touch, so cold... It lights the fires of my heart. When you're not near, I look to the moon, and think of only those moments, Of falling hard for you. Though you never caught me... Nor will you ever help me on my feet. But for now, I will kiss your lips, Feel your touch, Sparkling eyes.. Is it real? Or is it a facade? Do you enjoy fucking with my mind? I enjoy it, too.

"You're changing!" They scream and yell at the top of their lungs. The hurt in your eyes and the pain on your tongue, Itching to shout your mind. Their eyes, They tremble with misunderstanding and concern. Distrust, maybe a bit of disgust. Your tears, they swell up To crash into the ocean of a life, A life you want to live as your own. You are doing your thing, Floating along, Happy as you can be, Despite the circumstances. And they scream and cry, They treat you like you don't feel anymore. As if because you are changing, You are something else, With no feelings, no heart. Yeah, you want to get inked. Your hand delicately and intricate

In a weak state, My mind is trying to rebound. I only want to be loved, But not really. I want to be free from commitment, Only commit to your hips. I only want pain, But not of the soul. I want the kind of love That makes me sick Only in the best way. Not the way he does, But the way you do. The dark inside feeds On the dark in your heart That I don't even know.

Songs of the heart, Are not meant to be written, This is true in part… Fleeting moments, I can’t remember the words, Or the song… But I remember the meaning… Beating hearts, Cannot truly be sung, I can’t remember, The words to my song… And I’ll never remember, Only the feeling, Trapped in amber, Contracting cancer, From this silly stick. And in our minds, We are all drawn together, By the threads Of a life, And I remember, You all along. All Alone. Those fleeting moments, Where the words just flow out, Moving the mouth, Priceless as it seems, Comes with a window, You can’t keep open. I&rsquo

She drowsily floats through the world, styles of life flashing before her eyes. It's all a dream in a movie in a dream. She delicately fixes her hair and then fucks it up. She smiles because they say it will make her feel better, but only tears and a grimace appear. Mirrors are enemies sometimes. Staring into eyes of strangers, lost in thought and lust. Not really sure of what goes on, yet entirely knowing. Things are fucked, she thinks. These thoughts are not soothing, but they soothe her aching mind of it's own self-absorbed world. Her hair changes with the leaves, her eyes grow sadder and wiser. Empty. She floats as a ghas

How frozen these times are; It's astonishing. Time flows slowly and rapidly, All the same. Frozen are my emotions, Frozen am I about your Figure slinking away in the day, I am afraid. Not of you. I'm not sure of what. But all I know is that my fear And my general love of life, Is not frozen.