Skip to main content

Room 303

From my door I stare, in her room she lives like a queen
I stare and wonder
For she is more than answers
Like a lie I try to face her but her eyes burn out all my desires
Her existence is like a lesson, you can't have your cake and eat it too

      As she talks I listen
When she turns I stare
  She glows in the light of the morning sun
Memories and melodies, she is like a beautiful high
In her glasses she works magic

When she tires she lays on my check
     Her flower scent fills my lungs
As the rain pours we cuddle longer, lost in her gaze her lips my final intent

     I stare and wonder if it would be better
If I hadn't tried to read between the lines
     Would it be weird if I knocked at 4.30 in the morning
Asking for a hug to chase this bad dreams away ?

So I stand at my door staring at yours, waiting for the fire to ignite
I wait patiently for it is all I have to give
I remember all I did and all I didn't but like faith,I put all my trust in you
What we had remains an echo in my heart
So I stand at my door and wait patiently for you

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Boy please

When I say go it's a free fall, nobody try to be a hero We only die ones so we live slow Praying that our days will be long Like an orgasm I want it all for my bros Die alone or we all getting that glow See me somewhere above this zeros Am getting tired of always being broke Looking for assurance in this heros But they got less than nothing to offer though It's going down in my room, don't come around if you ain't a freak hoe Music our daily bread Mary j our only scent Not been on my knees for the last decade Getting this money in any means necessary My last moments will be a bullet to the head or a girl on my....... = Images from pinterest 

Lost frequency

Pulpit filled with evil Congregation of liers and sinners An hour and a half with a growing entrepreneur Sunday becoming the new Monday Lock up your humanity and open them pockets It's harvest time and you all seem right for the picking Am sure your child can go another day without food Our pastor has him in his range rover fueled prayers I pray for longer sustainance As we fight to maintain our faith I hope for justice for the ones with nobody to offer it I listen to sad music as I write this speech At this point there is no where left to hide This spiritual split grows by the day With nothing left to hang on We sail this uncertain waters with all but love in our hearts We sing sweet lullaby to the young hoping to keep the memories alive Everyday we grow in life knowing you still watching Even in this times of dark We maintain our sacrifice

Story of lost love

I see you hurt as he says no to you I hate how much I can do nothing about it I would never ask you for the shame wouldn't bare When your not there i sing the songs we loved together I sit on the bench of life watching as it takes its toll God only knows how it hurts to be powerless to your hurts I wish it was as easy as I made it sound Keep it under lock and key, safe from the ones who would hurt you I turn wishing my stars would aline,letting me be your hero just this once I know it might take forever With nights of terror and days of unforgiving storms It might not be tomorrow but soon in the future, we will share our story I wish you could finally move on Start seeing the beauty and perfection that he will never see Remember to love yourself as I always will I hope when you awake you will be free of all that holds you to guilt I hope you will remember when you loved you