"This beautiful tragedy;; crashing into me"
*this song is so inspiring.. i feel the poetry seeping out of me*
[And its true.. nothing is ever what its seems
but everything at the same time.]
does that mean that as people..
nothing- is everything to us?
This life never ceases to amaze me.
Pain is only temporary- and in this case, overcome by joy.
The moment you finally come to grips that something is gone-
You begin to near acceptance, as your heart skips beats...
Trying to grasp this new found reality...
(can you feel it.. as i embellish on this true intensity..?)
TURNING the page, only to read a to be continued note to the reader.
...which is me...
At this point its difficult to be surprised.
We keep coming back for more of whatever it is
i find in you, that you find in me too.
You keep my mind in disarray.
Your name scrambles my thoughts.
Your heart speaks to me in ways..
no other being is capable-
its no wonder we are still here.
My wrists tremble, her voice intertwined with mine-
the hours pass, only this time. time is on our side.
After many sleepless nights- Ive been trying find
a suitable way to reach you;;
Not knowing, you dont not have to reach
for what is already there.
(You didnt forget, you never forgot)
And in this struggle, to find the words
i can not come close to-
...to describing the beauty
the magic, the sense, the colors
which unfold within me- because of you.
And this- is love. No more no less.
All these worries were for nothing.
Ive been waiting for everything
when it was standing, flourishing-
right in front of me...
Ill stand for you, for only i stand
on grounds of what i believe in.
Never did i forget- never did i rid-
of my trust in you
Only did i ever resist
trust in myself
for reasons of insecurity.
You are inspiration at its finest.
I look to my right to see
Im am not standing alone
Can you be the only thing Ive done myself right by
In this twisted existence, which we find but ourselves
able dance within- untouchable- to each of its empty souls
Just those.. passersbys..
The ones who enter and exit our lives
without feeling.. not even the knowledge
that they have come in the first place.
Turn the page.
I - love you.
*this song is so inspiring.. i feel the poetry seeping out of me*
[And its true.. nothing is ever what its seems
but everything at the same time.]
does that mean that as people..
nothing- is everything to us?
This life never ceases to amaze me.
Pain is only temporary- and in this case, overcome by joy.
The moment you finally come to grips that something is gone-
You begin to near acceptance, as your heart skips beats...
Trying to grasp this new found reality...
(can you feel it.. as i embellish on this true intensity..?)
TURNING the page, only to read a to be continued note to the reader.
...which is me...
At this point its difficult to be surprised.
We keep coming back for more of whatever it is
i find in you, that you find in me too.
You keep my mind in disarray.
Your name scrambles my thoughts.
Your heart speaks to me in ways..
no other being is capable-
its no wonder we are still here.
My wrists tremble, her voice intertwined with mine-
the hours pass, only this time. time is on our side.
After many sleepless nights- Ive been trying find
a suitable way to reach you;;
Not knowing, you dont not have to reach
for what is already there.
(You didnt forget, you never forgot)
And in this struggle, to find the words
i can not come close to-
...to describing the beauty
the magic, the sense, the colors
which unfold within me- because of you.
And this- is love. No more no less.
All these worries were for nothing.
Ive been waiting for everything
when it was standing, flourishing-
right in front of me...
Ill stand for you, for only i stand
on grounds of what i believe in.
Never did i forget- never did i rid-
of my trust in you
Only did i ever resist
trust in myself
for reasons of insecurity.
You are inspiration at its finest.
I look to my right to see
Im am not standing alone
Can you be the only thing Ive done myself right by
In this twisted existence, which we find but ourselves
able dance within- untouchable- to each of its empty souls
Just those.. passersbys..
The ones who enter and exit our lives
without feeling.. not even the knowledge
that they have come in the first place.
Turn the page.
I - love you.