You may be '5378 miles' away but it doesn't stop me from thinking 'Everything About You'
I 'Adore you' in every way I could and 'I can't get enough' of it
I hardly could even remember when this love started but could assure I'm gonna do this 'Endlessly'
I could see a 'Fine line' between you being handsome and cute. It's 'fun for now' to see you performing but it has my heart forever
I could listen to 'watermelon sugar' a thousand times and it has the same feeling ! The name 'Carolina' is so blessed to be in your albums I would listen to you forever and this is 'Better than being alone'
I couldn't tell you 'Dont forget to remember me' but you are gonna stay forever in my mind.
Whenever I wanna go home, you sing and I'm 'Already home' ____________________________
"Look at me chase my dreams like I caught these fireflies on summer night" I was made of clouds, that knew of heights to reach, and now it feels like I have been petrified into a sculpture, steadfast. But I am trying!
Oh! wasn't I a bit too fearless of this world, and now I am engulfed in unknown fears, why? I was dauntless, ready to conquer like Alexander and now I am daunted, sitting in corner writing poems while trying to solve this labyrinth I am in, I am afraid. But I am trying!
I have been growing wings since my early teenage years; now they seem to be glued. I was flying in my alate dreams alongside the clouds and now I am a flightless bird out of a sudden. Oh but I still have my feet, I should run. I am genuinely trying!
And oh! I wasn't scared of falling, I wasn't scared of the wounds and injuries but now one more fall, and I feel like I won't be able to get up, one more wound, and I won't stop bleeding and crying. But I am still trying!
These feet I have been relying upon feel like cemented while others' feet evidently are walking away, walking forward. I was running spiritedly and now I am slow paced in this rushing world.It is hard. But I am trying! I promise. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The idea was for the girl to be envious of the cigarette and her wish to be as wanted as it is. But then the lover crushes the cigg at the end leaving her with the question of whether she wants him over herself. She is perplexed when he stomps the cigg, essentially choosing her but is it too late already? For all I know, she chooses herself at the end and I can't be happier.
Its a clear blue sky with fluffy white clouds breathing patterns into it. I stare at it far too much, you know how another year may have passed and you're stuck where you are. Things are unsettling, settle for a while and continue to unsettle for long but isn't that how it's supposed to be? Disorderliness, the increase in entropy universally and you're a part of it for even when everything seems like a period(.) in your life, its actually a series of dots (...) taking you somewhere you have to be.
Its a clear blue sky with white fluffy clouds breathing patterns into it and I stare at it far too long to notice the clouds are sailing away. Any other day I would have clicked the beauty in the way they embrace the sky and wondered which of the three pics is the best ,settling for really any of them since all of them were same. Perhaps not, they weren't same, the clouds are moving. You get it, they are in motion no matter what it looks like. A little slow, a bit more serenely, a lot more beautifully.
It's a clear blue sky with white fluffy clouds breathing patterns into it and I stared at it far too late. But, as they say, better late than never.
How long has it been since I last died , disintegrating on your car's hood - Heat passing through the metal , enough to melt my bones while you blew smoke rings through the window . I inhaled them , because that's what I've been doing since the day you pressed your palms against my neck , inhaling a dying smoker's exhale- and walking in circles around your apartment .
I fall face first in the swamp that's our-- your , promise of existence , and even now , you lie , you've been dead for so long , and yet you wake me up at 2 in the morning to make senseless love . Lying bastard .
Do any of the songs make sense to you ? To me , they're futile attempts to create one's own fantasy of a better world , which , for us would be one with cheap whiskey and maybe cheaper guns . Today , your car smells of sex , mindless sex , and it's not the perfume I wear- it smells of strawberries and musk and I , I smell of death , Cigarettes and gunpowder . Let me peel off your skin , and I'll show you how your muscles are coated with Polonium , infiltrating my mouth when we kiss . One way or other , We end . and this time , I won't wake up to write a poem about it .