16. a compilation.

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By QT.

I have slept on hammock,
She was graceful,
And I am nothing but a silhouette,
Ever had a dream that felt so real that,
You can hear the dripping droplets of water,
This kind of love, this kind of love when you breathe,
The dark waters and the horrendous waves have,
In search of eyes that could kill, and I,
And I could see you stare with those eyes, how they followed,
I needed solace, serenity,
I was a fool for you,
It's as simple and as complicated as that,
It's like a song stuck in their head,
I have wanted to be more of myself my entire life,
I wonder why it is so peaceful though,
To burn your chest with desire,
Rope around my neck like a follower,
I have been bruised,
You stop to hear the sensation of blood running through your veins,
Forever a diseased anchor,
No one deserves to see it;
The clock of edges,
I could be prepared to give my life for something if I want.

Waiting for a song to finish in the car,
Because when I see you I feel...
I remember giving you a puzzle to solve,
A collided pain within armrest,
And I can't linger on,
I have deserted my destruction,
A canopy clustered in beauty,
The end is coming said the sky,
Don't be too easy,
You show up uninvited in my thoughts,
We loved with a love more than love,
And reminded me two years later,
Sunsets drifting in seconds into dusk and dawn.

This year was a reminder,
"Would you go back?"
You ask how am I so daring,
My light exfoliating,
What did my fingers do before I held her?
Love;
Staring from far off the distance,
Eyes of dust, camouflage,
There is a huge mystery in these words,
My land, my heroine,
Sidelines, move alone,
I shut my eyes and the world drops dead,
Birds chirping outside my window, it's 6AM,
Maybe this all is a bad dream,
I don't have much,
A little torture,
Drenched souls in the starry night,
Again the world is a distress,
Might get along well,who knows?
Live through my eyes,
My love will light our candle,
Now who will,
Listen, I think,
Now come here let me take you on a ride,
For letting me have my own perception,
You are my thunderstorm,
Tell me what makes you,
Ever thought of how,
Your light years away,
I have been just a raw,
Dancing in the feiry winds.

"But why Conundrum?"

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