At NightPeople ask what hope looks like,More Like This
What dreams could mean,
What right feels like,
Whether true love exist.
I ask only to be with you,
Because you mean the world to me.
To feel your hands in mine,
Because I've never felt anything more complete.
Looking Into Your EyesIt's like finding a connection into my own heart,More Like This
To gaze into the beautiful of something that could one day feel terrible,
Trust in that you won't look away,
At least not before your heart slips from mine.
And I wish for it to never slip from mine,
Because the only music I long to hear are your whispers in my ears,
The only promises of happiness I need,
And perhaps a little more taste of your soft soft lips.
I love you, incredibly,
And hope you feel the same indefinitely,
Because I feel I want you so much you could not possibly imagine,
And love you in a way where no part of my heart could be left hidden.
The Only OneSome people said my words are fake because they sound so beautiful,More Like This
That it is always a good prudence to feel that things feel too good to be true.
People are not supposed to care, to see beauty in the plainest of things.
It's just like beliefs are not supposed to be true and there's no such thing as true love too.
Still I continued to write out all the beautiful things I know,
Trust in love that feels too good to be true,
Care for people I should never have cared for,
And never once looked to you.
But now you are the only one I speak to,
The only one who's heard all my ugly stories of love,
The only one who have always seen through my poems,
The only one in my life I feel may be too good to be true.
Between HeartbeatsWe hold in our kiss what you once called the beauty of a fading dream,More Like This
The light to what seems to be a way of desperation,
Or perhaps just one to break down my seams.
Your touch calls upon my skin waves upon waves of trembling need,
Leaving me in fear of your breath-taking little smiles,
A chance to lose my mind to this consolation of love in between.
But I'm the one who has been preaching the lack of beauty in a fading dream,
Lighting the light in making our own unfading dreams,
And to perhaps hoping to fall in love somewhere in between.
questioninequality in life, immortality in death,More Like This
stricken from the words, taken from the pages,
the pages of time, choose not what your told,
but what you, yourself thinks, question your morals,
question your world, question authority,
question your reality.