I'd cry a thousand times in silence before id shed a tear in front of you
Words in my mind ill quiet down not a chance you’ll see them across my mouth pass through….
Ive had not a moment of regret but many of sorrow thinking that i could have had you today but didn’t out of fear of what would have been tomorrow.
So how is that every time your face blooms out of nowhere into my every aching thought I receive it, not only with rejoice, but with eagerness to see what memory you have brought, relentless of the fact that it may not be sugar to sweeten present times, but a salt to rub in my clearly open wounds, Wounds that you have caused.
It all started with a faint smile you threw unknowingly my way. But which with you successfully managed to send cupids arrow across my heart forever making it bleed, now undying, but weak. It makes my once silent soul dare to speak. My lips to unfold and secrets reveal, my heart ending up more open than before. Careless though, of those around letting words flow, which were a day ago not found, making music out of what was barely a sound, my once groundless body become forever earthbound.
But ghost of my past which dares to haunt my present, what is the price, an ear to hear your deadly words? My eyes to see the truth? My lips to remember those hell filled kisses? Or my tongue to speak those words which I only dare, even today, speak to you?
\What is beauty, and what does it cost?
Will paradise felt then, be forever lost?
Is it notorious, or is it inside?
Will its secrets be told, or will others forever them hide.
It consists of crystalline eyes, which no realities see.
A Carmine mouth, which no truth can speak.
Perfect ears, which listen to the loudest known silence,
And an unabridged nose which can smell not the strongest incense.
Blood stained cheeks,
Those never do blush.
Like it happens to me,
When speaking with a past love interest.
Soft tender hands with perfectly trimmed nails,
Yet to feel the softest skin they will forever fail.
What about the feet rarely attached to the floor?
They feel no pain, no ecstasy, never are they even sore.
Yes at first
Stricken by her beauty you will be
But hear me once and forever
It is not for free.
No matter how natural it may appear,
Its mask she paid for to hide her fear.
It is plastic, and hollow within,
It has no past, no present no future, it has never… been.
Scourging through my veins
The fire burning through my flesh
Dissolves into yours.
My nose captures your every scent
Lips taste the salt of tears flowing through your velvet tainted face.
You say you don’t care
You say its all in the past
You say its all better this way
There was no way that it could last
So I taste your bittersweet tears
Which tell me a story of romance
The story of two passionate lovers
Who never really had a chance.
Love is the reason due to which,
The heart’s slow putrefaction,
Finds no pain, but seems,
Within a universe of eternal solitude,
Purpose filled.
It’s the reason,
A lover dares to jump lacking wings.
Fearless, for if fallen,
Believed it is, that their bleeding heart’s beholder,
Will catch them before they land amidst a sea of needles and stones.
While they themselves stand on top of their cutting heads
Not in agony, in eagerness to be found arm in arms with their life fan.
Then with time,
Lovers won’t try to fly anymore,
But will be willing to just reunite with their counterpart,
Yet after a not so long while, the counterpart grows weary,
They can no longer be called beholders of pumping lungs of life.
And when the lover falls,
He does fall,
Into the needles,
Against the stone,
And a once love bleeding heart,
Bleeds still, but now of hate and sorrow.
And the counterpart falls as well,
But into another person’s life,
Into another persons love
And now beholds another person’s heart.
I’ll miss the nothingness inside of me when I failed to hear you say my name, I’ll miss the porcelain feel of your skin now corrupted by sun, sand and rain. I’ll miss your eyes misting up with tears after our traditional morning fights, but mostly I’ll miss missing you while I lay in someone elses arms tonight.
The wind blows in my ear whispering slowly all the memories that within it holds, the crying daughter over the abusive father, the Bride kissing the unfaithful groom, two parents holding their murdered child, two lovers parting ways, and then one last but valuable thing, heaven, a moment, in which two people join together and their care for the rest of the World is inexistent, for their only World is each other.
Largas son las noches
Las horas imprevistas
Llorando lágrimas de sangre
Porque tu no estas aquí
Acidas palabras
Que carcomen mi alma
Deshaciéndola poco a poco
Desde esa noche en que partí.
Zumban mis oídos
Con la amarga melodía
Que canto ese viento esa mañana,
En que al despertar ya no te vi.
Eras mi instrumento,
Mi ingrata herramienta,
Para sentirme viva,
Muerta el día q te perdí.
Ahora respiro solo por ese momento,
Ese momento en que total angustia,
Esa semilla mía y tuya,
Vi por vez primera sonreír.
De incendio lleno están mis días,
Ahora es cada minuto,
El que yo disfruto,
Porque ella me enseño a vivir.
Ahora por respeto
Con el susurro más discreto
Te miro desde lejos,
Y dejo solo sin sonrisas, verte arrepintiendo.
