ArchTogether we're astrong arch that keepsthe darkness at bayand the light safe,apart we're just a side,something broken,almost fragile,together we keep each other up,support and tackle the world,and give it bandaid when needed,apart we're worn out,suggestible to the dark,tired of fighting,together we're astrong arch that keepsthe darkness at bayand the light safe.
If you were hereYou know, if you were here next to me in bedI would trace your nose down to your mouthwith my finger,I would lean forward and kiss you,right there,maybe giggle a little afterwardslike a school girl,I think I would kiss youwith my eyes closedand my lips almost -shaped as a smileafterwards I would rest my head,right there on your chestbelow your shoulderI would let you hold mewhile telling me storiesand I would laugh with you,whenever I felt like it, I would tracesome part of youand kiss it again and againjust because I could.
Where - doesn't matterI want to fly,I want to live,I want to breathe - do it with me,I want to...shake from laughter - like an earth quake,love - like there will be no moresunrises.Run with me all over the worldand let yourself be wrappedin spice scents and incense,anywhere - everywhere,be happyand don't care where you get lostas long as it's - with me.So, close your eyes,pick a spotand pack lightly,I will meet you therein the crossing of what was beforeand what will come -where?Doesn't matter.
A special kind of beautyI hunger for the words,serve myself outas a whore, a sluton the attention platterto boys,to girls,all I want them to sayis that I'mpretty,stunning,beautiful,like no one elsethey've ever met,I want to hear it, taste it,feel it,even sensethe jealousywhen they stare a holein the back of my head,but all I ever will beis this special kind of beautythat you need to growto love,instead of turn aroundand fall forI'd like that.
Want to weave a fantasy worldI want to build forts from sheets(I was never allowed)in your room and let you find mewhen you get home,I want to giggle all nightwith a lamp and a comic or story,maybe with some shadow play,in a tent - indoors,I want to make snow angelsin the middle of the night,because I can - it has snowed,I want to see a unicornand let her lay her headin my lap - I wouldn't tell anyone(I might whisper),I want to dance aroundin the rain, in the snow,in the momentand hear you laugh - so close,I want to build castlesand be swept away byevil but kind hearted princesand princesses,I want to jump in piles of leavesand make them fly far -just like birds,I want to believe in fairiesand magic,that there's somethingbehind the curtain that I can't see,I want the fairytales,today,tomorrow,forever and a thousand nights more.
Wind sweptI'm raging against the wind,I need someoneto take my hand - hold me down,I'm afraid to be swept away,far from everything I love,from everyone,I'm as light as a feather,empty insideand if I just stand on my toesthe wind will take me,the wind howls, the wind yells,screams,I exhaust myself with it,no one is there to protect mefrom the wind,the echoes inside my ribcage,the only thing anchoring meis the promiseof not flying away - yet.