Aeon Psyche
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Dec 11, 2007
- Messages
- 2,147
Michelle, my dearest love. It hasn't been a breeze to cut off these pieces that have been smothering
all the indecency that filled up my lungs.
But I've quit for real, no hyenas to think unrealistic about my unhygienic being.
Inconsiderate about how you would feel.
No ciggarette is beautiful enough to be more proud than your appeal.
I'm shouting a mouthfull but there's none you can hear.
I'm a sort of claustrophobic which makes it hard walking out of here.
Proud that I'm a coward knowing the target of my worst fears.
Pardon me, sweetie for not coming around all of these other years.
It's a really sad feeling I couldn't even say hello just because of benzodiazepines.
But I am no longer a disaster on the streets. No more homeless, I got approperiate groceries
and hamburger meat. It's invertibly hurting me
you're certainly trustworthy of loving but got me stuck behing these curtain sheets.
My purpose bleeds. The serum's curfew is due but all I can push as a seed
into the litteral kushion of your feelings is that hug when I miss you into my pillow stuck between
my arms never willing to give up on you for any reason.
I do my best to prove you're a beautiful princess who would never need boobs on her chest to be
supercute nonetheless. I'm futile against this embarrassment
but I'd rather watch your emotions bloom in a carousel.
I've been living solely of hope from a true fairy tale.
To be sincere and honest, I've been a PTSD victim ever since I came accros
a girl that named birgit and she tortured me with her words.
She ripped my heart out. I've had my share of psychological dialogue and never found out
about all the lingering compounds in the refrigerator still being dumbfounded
by my multiplicity of things I litterally thought
I was convinced of incriminating these still watermarked wallpaintings as
if it was yesterday untill I found out that each day is today.
From being used in a way so that you could say my hiatus turns grey.
From being a scholar student to shy to say I really love you.
I pick up all the pieces to try and face these troubles.
It's eden garden. There's no evil to target. No adam and eve
and perhaps I did harvest 'em all to briefly to call it quits.
Call it a biological shock to call it even with all a'dam
but since the next season I want to bring you apologies and flowers for not
being there, pardon me. I feel like I'm withering
afar and I'm being hostile, believing that your
one lost love will be no more than the essence of
scents borrowed for disbelief I'm pot-pourri.
I'm miscellaneous in my thought audible freedom
but I quit complaining whenever I get to see your face in it's broadest serene form
You're all I ever needed. Even if I was cast in torture's harmony.
That's a part discarded with now all scenes deleted.
I sorta know how you like nu-metal too.
Even though I never approached you so I could ask you.
You just heard me sing. Musical pictures I switched on and off in a way of how I was comsumed
in a lunatic's enviroment. But what's more crazy is how I never dared express my mutual desires.
To the beautiful designs. With no blueprints, no fineprints.
Just you and I. Doing life seperately. Inseperable.
Inexcusable to be fusioned back together in due time.
But I'm getting moody at the apprehension of a few dimensions
meddling with our history and future romance dancing.
To the heartbeats not losing a second on the loose swings sharing coupons in the restaurant
You're my muse. I'm your extraterresterial losing sleep over futile possesions
I've accused of already being mine forever.
While the only thing that expands further through anything whatsoever
Is you and me, loving eachother undisputably. In any other comparison.
No frog ever jumped up so high in the flower beds.
No extatic stunt pulled off so many crows from their nests.
Scared of losing you. So I wanna lose some weight and crush some of their eggs up for breakfest.
Yeah, I guess. I can push up all I can budge but I'll probably never touch the equality of a
little ribbon that circulates your corresponding sexyness.
all the indecency that filled up my lungs.
But I've quit for real, no hyenas to think unrealistic about my unhygienic being.
Inconsiderate about how you would feel.
No ciggarette is beautiful enough to be more proud than your appeal.
I'm shouting a mouthfull but there's none you can hear.
I'm a sort of claustrophobic which makes it hard walking out of here.
Proud that I'm a coward knowing the target of my worst fears.
Pardon me, sweetie for not coming around all of these other years.
It's a really sad feeling I couldn't even say hello just because of benzodiazepines.
But I am no longer a disaster on the streets. No more homeless, I got approperiate groceries
and hamburger meat. It's invertibly hurting me
you're certainly trustworthy of loving but got me stuck behing these curtain sheets.
My purpose bleeds. The serum's curfew is due but all I can push as a seed
into the litteral kushion of your feelings is that hug when I miss you into my pillow stuck between
my arms never willing to give up on you for any reason.
I do my best to prove you're a beautiful princess who would never need boobs on her chest to be
supercute nonetheless. I'm futile against this embarrassment
but I'd rather watch your emotions bloom in a carousel.
I've been living solely of hope from a true fairy tale.
To be sincere and honest, I've been a PTSD victim ever since I came accros
a girl that named birgit and she tortured me with her words.
She ripped my heart out. I've had my share of psychological dialogue and never found out
about all the lingering compounds in the refrigerator still being dumbfounded
by my multiplicity of things I litterally thought
I was convinced of incriminating these still watermarked wallpaintings as
if it was yesterday untill I found out that each day is today.
From being used in a way so that you could say my hiatus turns grey.
From being a scholar student to shy to say I really love you.
I pick up all the pieces to try and face these troubles.
It's eden garden. There's no evil to target. No adam and eve
and perhaps I did harvest 'em all to briefly to call it quits.
Call it a biological shock to call it even with all a'dam
but since the next season I want to bring you apologies and flowers for not
being there, pardon me. I feel like I'm withering
afar and I'm being hostile, believing that your
one lost love will be no more than the essence of
scents borrowed for disbelief I'm pot-pourri.
I'm miscellaneous in my thought audible freedom
but I quit complaining whenever I get to see your face in it's broadest serene form
You're all I ever needed. Even if I was cast in torture's harmony.
That's a part discarded with now all scenes deleted.
I sorta know how you like nu-metal too.
Even though I never approached you so I could ask you.
You just heard me sing. Musical pictures I switched on and off in a way of how I was comsumed
in a lunatic's enviroment. But what's more crazy is how I never dared express my mutual desires.
To the beautiful designs. With no blueprints, no fineprints.
Just you and I. Doing life seperately. Inseperable.
Inexcusable to be fusioned back together in due time.
But I'm getting moody at the apprehension of a few dimensions
meddling with our history and future romance dancing.
To the heartbeats not losing a second on the loose swings sharing coupons in the restaurant
You're my muse. I'm your extraterresterial losing sleep over futile possesions
I've accused of already being mine forever.
While the only thing that expands further through anything whatsoever
Is you and me, loving eachother undisputably. In any other comparison.
No frog ever jumped up so high in the flower beds.
No extatic stunt pulled off so many crows from their nests.
Scared of losing you. So I wanna lose some weight and crush some of their eggs up for breakfest.
Yeah, I guess. I can push up all I can budge but I'll probably never touch the equality of a
little ribbon that circulates your corresponding sexyness.