velvettotheeyes

In this idealistic vision of our perfection, my scars are like cracks in your mirror. Altered interpritation of a voice that crept in, the dashed petals are falling like tears to a grin.           The hope of your fortune you'll find carved in the sky, a pattern of chaos like the forcasted night. A heart is not beating in a life expecting to die, fall not to confusion, into these arms of mine.                  The picture that you dream of bringing meaning to my eyes. Sacred love of an angel and a ghost be                          combined. I kneel at your side and your love i still feel. You float out on the water like our souls on th

Sweet embrace that i adore, never lasting long enough. The song in your voice, the soul behind those eyes. The drifting of your heart, that finds no resting place, i will you to discover the path leading straight to my embrace. Owner of the shapes of my heart, be blessed, if not with love of mine a loving heart.          Find a gentle, matching mind that will love you like i do. I am not short of heartache and yet not short of love, no need to implore relations except for the one i must.         I'll love you in my heart and know you in my mind, all the loving bonds i'll crave for the rest of al my days. No want to be emotionless. but

Happy sorrow say you make this visit your last and play afar from my dreams. My eyes are wider, not resentful to the smiles at these remains of love. I'm calm now not as before, where i painted the wall i slid down with the tears of truest hurt. The strangled stars, the sparkle made faint with my heart. Picture pretty, rot in a discomforting surge of pain. Captivated at the wilting rose and lying down for always drained. Lost on my own,my tears shape into blood....

A silent victim. Dancing the fiery moonlit night;portrays this raging heart. Burnt out stars, embers fall to her feet. Hidden in safe of an empty shadow, from the eyes that parade the path. Footprints forget their soul and ignore the aftermath. She sits and listens to the flightless bird and relentless call of the owl. Whilst the living cry in sleep at their dreams, she's silenced at the reality of her death.