a/n: this is for SeraphStarshine! i think i interpreted the song in a slightly different way from what the original meaning intended, but i hope you enjoy this one regardless. and thank you for introducing me to biffy clyro - they're amazing :)
when i was yours and you were mine,
when night held us safe and we were blind,
our eyes were set on a flickering sun
and our hands were finding god.
tracing warm honey trails across time-weathered skin
your comet, kitten-eyed, tugged at my hand and i fell in
afloat, swimming to and fro in oceans of vast liquid gold
in which we chorused careless hymns to never growing old
fingertips tangling loosely in a gossamer embrace
sticky strawberry sunrises swirling slowly into a daze
reading the glowing verse in your fire-hearth eyes
youth and salsas across dusty diner floors;
but we were losing the game for which we rolled the dice.
when i was still yours but you slipped from my hand,
when our honeysuckles crumbled to arid sand,
my eyes were set on the clef of your waist
and our hands were drifting apart.
hot black teas growing cold from the frost between our tongues
my legs growing leaden, tired from an endless wild run
stagnant mist settling in the warm space that was you
because there was a fuse melting between us; neither of us knew
silent blackberry sunsets with words hanging heavy
vines of brunette regret hanging in my beat-up chevy
slow waltzes stalled to a discordant tune of broken vows
falling apart in bittersweet slow motion;
i tried to fix our rusting parts, but i didn't know how.
when i've always been yours but you're long gone
when for once i shiver in the chill of new dawn
your eyes still haunt me, though far, far away
and our hands are empty and cold.
convinced myself you were but apparitions and dust
all the while humming quite hallelujahs to the edifice that was us
buried our stories in the crevices of my worn teeth
but i couldn't ignore the gravity clawing at my feet
because every time the crying skies blanket with the weight of a tear
it's only the watercolour droplets of your whispers i hear
every time i lift my head to kiss the rain of gold and blue
the nectar tinge of the crystal drops only tastes like you
because though in physicality too far apart,
chains of feathers still tangle around my hopeless heart
a lovesick fool's song trills involuntary in the back of my throat
fractured sonnets in my aching brain from your last yellowed note
still falling in love everyday with your shadow silhouette
so i play our record on repeat and i spin the roulette
cling to lonely solace in the only shallow way that will do
follow the light to your heart, and pray that someday you'll wait;
because there's always a space in my heart for you.
there's always a space in my heart for you.
YOU ARE READING
lyrical beauty
Poetry"one good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain." ~ bob marley verses of notes and chords; an ode to the vividest vice known to man - music. trigger warnings: occasional themes of violent love, angst, self-hatred, and overall dark i...
