Friday, September 30, 2011

traveling in your arms

feels so good, feels so right,
the love you've given to me.
misunderstood and blinded by the sight
of the woman you've come to be.
i travel in your arms, when i'm cold.
i'll travel in your arms, when i'm old.

i cannot swim, so i'm drowning fast
without the love you give to me.
i save the illusions, but time is past
that's buried under several layers of sea.
i travel in your arms, when i sleep.
i travel in your arms, when i weep.

i've been damned and i've been burned
by the love you've given to me.
it's time to go, the wheel has turned
and we kiss goodbye under the tree.
i travel in your arms, when i'm high.
i'll travel in your arms, when i die.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

this is my thing

this is my thing,
it is a thing that i do.
i beg you not to do it
as it distinguishes me from you.

this is my thing,
it is a thing that i own.
if you dare to take it,
i will throw you a stone!

this is my thing,
it is a thing that i made.
i know it is mine
for the passion i sprayed.

this is my thing,
it is a thing that i stole.
you will not find it,
it's hiddent in a hole.

this is my thing,
it is a thing that i lust,
even if it's damaged
or covered in dust.

this is my thing,
it is a thing that i love.
it's perfect and beautiful
and fits like a glove.

this is my thing,
it is a thing that i do.
i will not allow it
on anybody but you.

Friday, September 2, 2011

silent worshiper

i am the silent worshiper.
you do not see me,
you do not even hear me,
and you certainly do not feel me.
but i am always preying for you.