I'd like to know why you're pretending to be someone you're not. Someone who's distant and that could easily live without me, this new identity doesn't settle in with your complexion. I've tried so many times to shut your eyes so you can learn to see me the way i see you.
You need to unlearn all the things that make it impossible for you and me. So many times you have been the object of everything I want and everything i fear. Don't think that this renewed interest is due to forget of past experiences, I haven't forgotten the feeling of distress everytime I thought I was close to your heart, and then discovered I was as far away as I could possibly be.
And days like this one make me feel like nothing's changed, like everything is exactly as it used to be. I prefer anything next to nothing, or worst yet, to facing that nothing I've done has been enough to produce a crack in this wall that keeps you from me. What really turns my bones is wondering if I'm the only one that's having these troubled thoughts, please tell me you think of these things before you close your eyes and hope for sleep.
That night I noticed that for you to let me in I'll have to expose more of myself than I had planned. You reuse to give into me, while all I want is to give into you. When are you coming back? When will you be back here? the place where you've always ran from. Just let me inside for a moment, if it's anything short from wonderful I swear I'll lock myself out.
I don't want to be in the place I've been before where trees grow out of my resent for you, and where rivers flow as powerfull as the thump of the walls of my hope plummiting to the ground. I'm not saying you're the one for me, but maybe at this moment I'm the one for you, and maybe at this precise moment I'm willing to risk myself, risking getting lost at your wrath just to show you that this could be enough.
Don't you ever worry that the days are going by and no one's there to witness your life? i do.
trail the path for tomorrow.
We'll have a secret rendez-vous,
in the valley of encounters;
where my shoulder meets my neck.
Where your fingers have trailed
up the map of libido.
Come meet me here where everything is new
where hightened senses tell stories
of past commences.
Thoughts reveal contusion
adagio breaths found missing.
Bewilderment and paradox
now all I see.
in the valley of encounters;
where my shoulder meets my neck.
Where your fingers have trailed
up the map of libido.
Come meet me here where everything is new
where hightened senses tell stories
of past commences.
Thoughts reveal contusion
adagio breaths found missing.
Bewilderment and paradox
now all I see.
