Stun

His lips are cold, hands sheets of ice,
Frost bitten breath, minty in its flight heads towards mines
and I take in numbness impervious to death.
this kiss is neither bitter nor sour,
yet a sweet residue resides on my lips.



"As time passes by...
and I know all the years and the places
the fears the lonely places
the scars the broken hearts that made us who we are."
-Gavin McKee

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Tomorrow,
regardless of whatever sorrows,
despite what feelings I may have that persists hollow,
the beauty of the moon will catch up to me
and shower the last of my kisses with water
trinkled down the highest slopes with the highest power
and breathed into my dark night lungs, giving me hope for another.
Forever,
no matter if eternity does not exist,
even if we were only meant to be swift,
time shall stall secretly before me
hidden in robes with the deepest colors that everyone envies
another kiss will lay blanket to your soul
warmed and loved through empty evenings without the cold

Silent Words

Dearest my Dear,
I've seek to find you in the coldest places,
and they are all full of empty spaces.
Quiet in its breeze, I feel your sorrow and its endless traces
writhling beneath my skin entangled in its laces.
Hold not the heart you don't intend to seek,
As your soul has crept on tip-toes like a leak
Ushering me even though what you offer is bleak
And I so always tempted follow without a thought to speak.

Through Time

I won't deny the inevitable that we are meant to fall apart.
I won't disregard my feelings that tell me I ought to hold on.
For as long as I've remember, it's been you who I've kept all along,
And making myself let you go is a process I am willing to prolong.
I don't mean to be crazy,
I don't mean to pester you with my hope.
But I hold hope in my hands, and it swells in my soul.
It dangles above dreams when I envision your smile.
And I am driven lost, intoxicated within its hold.
Perhaps its come down to an obsession,
A loneliness that won't give way.
Still, I'd stay lost in you forever,
Even if it were to defy my very own good.
And that is how much I love you,
And that is why I could never say these words to you
Because words are only meant to be heard,
But my words, I would want them felt.
I want them to vibe through your bones
As your impression on me has sent me head over hills.
As I've plundered into oceans of emotions,
Vast as the waves send chills,
And they do not cease to stop.
Through time, through stone,
They do not stop.

the Humming

Lingering dreams and breaths of your hair
dangles high above my head, and you my dear,
are ever swaying far from me.
In another time, in another place,
within whispers, shallow as their grace
vague and soft spoken by your familiar voice,
i hear you singing, humming;
the echoes blaze in my face.