seaker
Bluelighter
buterflies.....
I walk in,
my heart embraced,
the party begins.
My eyes are clear-
my soul is released-
my feet on the floor,
never at ease.
I feel my veins pulsing-
their moving with the beat-
My hands urging to touch,
a back is what they meet.
This place is like a library-
full of wisdom and culture-
your brain worked by new creatures,
but not like societies vultures.
One holds another-
like they were seperated for years-
when realy they've just met,
souls sharing eachothers tears.
fingers inserted with lights-
opens pupils like a black hole-
Its like children linning up,
to see what the magicians tricks unfold.
the night slows and lightens,
the sunrise brings emotions of the last dance.
The vibe is even stonger,
no one could brake up this trance.
Step by step they all leave,
laughing and never to miss,
for their all hugging,
and writting eachothers digits.
Once a place of sanity,
of content and pure joy,
now alone and deserted,
waiting to play again, this toy.
A dreamers perception,
one may call this,
but I call it a new family-
that heals you when pissed.
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some places should be called a dreamers perception...because then we could always know that we are able to visit this dream land whenever.
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Live life as it comes to you......Don't go to it and try to live. --< me
"lifes a journey not a destination." --< Aerosmith
I walk in,
my heart embraced,
the party begins.
My eyes are clear-
my soul is released-
my feet on the floor,
never at ease.
I feel my veins pulsing-
their moving with the beat-
My hands urging to touch,
a back is what they meet.
This place is like a library-
full of wisdom and culture-
your brain worked by new creatures,
but not like societies vultures.
One holds another-
like they were seperated for years-
when realy they've just met,
souls sharing eachothers tears.
fingers inserted with lights-
opens pupils like a black hole-
Its like children linning up,
to see what the magicians tricks unfold.
the night slows and lightens,
the sunrise brings emotions of the last dance.
The vibe is even stonger,
no one could brake up this trance.
Step by step they all leave,
laughing and never to miss,
for their all hugging,
and writting eachothers digits.
Once a place of sanity,
of content and pure joy,
now alone and deserted,
waiting to play again, this toy.
A dreamers perception,
one may call this,
but I call it a new family-
that heals you when pissed.
-------------------------------------------
some places should be called a dreamers perception...because then we could always know that we are able to visit this dream land whenever.
------------------
Live life as it comes to you......Don't go to it and try to live. --< me
"lifes a journey not a destination." --< Aerosmith
