mercredi, février 22, 2017

Glimpse of a sunshine

I don't want to feel alone anymore
I don't want to long for fictions
For a feeling long gone
And nights long passed

I have dreams of a souvenir
In wich everything is so pure
And everything so genuine
And then I wake and hurt

I want this to be true
I want my life to be like my dreams
I need a break from this gray sky
And a glimpse of a sunshine

dimanche, février 19, 2017

So many questions

Have I ever really gotten through you? Has my heart ever really stop reaching for you since that fatidic night where I was a puddle of tears on that carpet? What makes a brain go through stuff? I mean not in a functionning way but in a; I don't regret it, kinda way. Is there a place in my mind where I can get free of all these stories we made up for each other?

I'm functionning and im ''normal''. But I feel my mind is some sick patient mumbling the same obsession over and over again. Self destructive much? Self destroyed much? How can I go foward when everything is pulling toward that short lapse of time where I felt the world revolved around your eyes and where my world had nothing more interesting than your soul.

I'll ge through I guess, or i'll tell myself. I will be me again, but after all that time who is me and why am I myself over others? I keep pulling pictures back in my head of what could have in another life... Should I forfeit mine right now?

Well see...

Invisible you

There is a place in my mind
where you exist and I with you
There is place in my soul
Where it's warm from your touch

Who? Where? When?
None of these mathers
Because somewhere inside of me
You live and are mine

I confide to you in silence
You hold my hand without touching
And from this place
I can bare the rest

Will I ever find you
Will you ever be real
For now i'll close my eyes
And think about you