Cold feet, cold follows?
They say im colder inside than the Arctic
but a girl found my heart and attempted to restart it.
she picked up some flint, whispered a spell
now i advertise a grin and live with her as well.
Im careful with cardboard and other flammables too
this flame that i sport could burn a hole through my roof.
At times i get angry and the fire turns blue
but having her here pulls the flames back a notch or two.
Some times i think back when we where still young
i tried holding her hand but i was so cold it stung.
That spell it still echoes in the back of my head
some times i recite it to make sure its sunk in like lead.
"Although you might find that we will dwindle away
our flames will burn high till the end of our days,
although you are cold and i hold a flame,
ill share yours with mine and help keep it tamed.
and if all this is to much and you feel like your trapped
ill set your flame free with no strings attached,
but i know you will stay as the real promise i can stake
is that all the sex that we have will remain positively insane.”
Feel free to share with me any thoughts you have on this one. Thanks guys. :}
You use to kiss on the back of my neck
now you whisper secrets,
and id rather be dead.
You whisper i dont love you,
and it just didn’t fit.
I reason you should trust me
and just let me do my thing.
I scream as if im angry,
but really im just sad
you dropped me for a girl,
im not sure if its worse
than for a lad.
I love you as you were
you were what made you, you
You where just being as you were made,
and this fact, i wish it wasn’t true.
I cant just say lets be friends,
and i cant just say it just depends
i cant console with any friends
knowing that my girlfriend’s now a lesbian.
Just thinking about heartbreaks and such, hope you enjoy this little one. Feel free to comment, i will a appreciate that. :}
She may contain the urge to runaway,
but hold her down with soggy clothes and breezeblocks.
She may sit still as an image in your brain,
but folds like crumpled leafs floating off the tree tops.
She may reside as a spirit of the other side
but link her fingers just the same as if she was.
She stole your shoes walked a mile with them loose
but stopped and gestured flying like the passive sea flocks.
The first line from Alt j’s Breezeblocks inspired me to write some more verses. Tell me what you think.
Did i forget something?
Strike down hard and connect
pain shot straight though the nape of my neck
previously feeling like the ace of a deck,
but ive got to get my pace in check.
taste blood now caught to the scent
i tried talking, but there’s no talking again
or walking around and calling a friend.
body feels drained,
but then again
still powered by a pure adrenaline
Sight blurred, as a voice then appears
'should have stayed in line now we are causing the tears.’
pacing back in time, thinking what had caused this,
dusted the tracks,
scribbled new names,
the getaway was flawless.
of course its
always the smallest mistake
that gets you caught in the web
and stuck to the floor and delayed.
tiny tortures that are stored in the brain
there to distort what you caught in the day.
voice pulls from the past,
now in the present i pay.
Tell me what you think.
I would appreciate any comment.
She didn’t come.
Paint slipped straight from the wall
date skipped the date
over late and not worth a call.
these deep waters
offer a reflection
Pause for a moment
now deal with rejection.
now talking with depression.
but now her hero’s
walking the wrong direction.
'stick close, we will never loose it.’
dumped me for a rich boy
so much for the properties of a glue stick.
you were pulling it apart
silly, but im patient
should have known it from the start
Admitting it was tough
sex was great but always rough
should have stopped the heart flutters
and called you on your bluff.