She captures the sun’s essence with the smile on her face
And clothes herself in the fabric of my own heart
She is Summer.
She captures the sun’s essence with the smile on her face
And clothes herself in the fabric of my own heart
She is Summer.
I’m becoming increasingly frustrated
With being no where near satiated
I have no clear idea
Of where my life is going.
But at least it’s moving.
It’s the curve of your phrases
Rather than that of your hips
That really stirs my mood.
We’re two lost boys
Finding Neverland in each other’s smiles
I’m a hundred shades different
From all those years ago.
But the sad thing is,
You’re exactly the same.
It’s a dark, dark day
When you feel the only thing that could embrace you warmly
Is a noose.
We’ve never met
But I’d love nothing more than to laugh with you over drinks
If I could ever stop choking
On words too deep to swallow,
I would start with
‘I love you’
I try to get a grip
On this thing called living
But when the sun hits my eyes far too early in the morning,
I feel I’d rather sleep like the dead.