On days like these when I cant avoid the thoughts of you I realize that for all of my evolutions Im still but a child subscribing to a faith that has long abandoned me. And while I lie here beneath the sky shielding my eyes from its brightness and feeling the warmth leak in through my skin I realize all over again that the closest I'll ever get to you is the sun on my face.
And what is it that turned this man into more than a man? It isn't the inhuman intelligence you possess or your enduring strength. It isn't your eyes that glow with everlasting patience or your ability to convey unseen worlds with breathtaking beauty. It isn't your burning determination that scorches everything it touches and eliminates anything that stands in its way. Perhaps when I was a girl staring in wonder at a man who looked as if he could take the world without one person asking how he'd done it these were the things that made you so much more to me. But now that girl is dead and I'm simply another piece of a past you've forgotten. Always looking up I worship at empty temples, write letters to no one and come to realize that what makes a god is not his greatness or his power but the mountains of unanswered prayers that pave the ground he walks on. Its the desperation and desire that never pierced your golden armor but dominate my every moment.
The object of my loyalty left long ago but the curse still burns inside of me. The tears i can't cry flood my soul and where once my burning devotion kept me awake I just want you out of me.
And what is it that turned this man into more than a man? It isn't the inhuman intelligence you possess or your enduring strength. It isn't your eyes that glow with everlasting patience or your ability to convey unseen worlds with breathtaking beauty. It isn't your burning determination that scorches everything it touches and eliminates anything that stands in its way. Perhaps when I was a girl staring in wonder at a man who looked as if he could take the world without one person asking how he'd done it these were the things that made you so much more to me. But now that girl is dead and I'm simply another piece of a past you've forgotten. Always looking up I worship at empty temples, write letters to no one and come to realize that what makes a god is not his greatness or his power but the mountains of unanswered prayers that pave the ground he walks on. Its the desperation and desire that never pierced your golden armor but dominate my every moment.
The object of my loyalty left long ago but the curse still burns inside of me. The tears i can't cry flood my soul and where once my burning devotion kept me awake I just want you out of me.
Sry I can't send messages yet but Im lazy about foruming because I usually dont have anything real important to say or any good advice to give/questions to ask. Slowly but surely though I s'pose