Cry, or better yet, beg," my heart said. Fooled by the full moon far in Scotland, your accent had me blind. He fiddled with the desires that harbor inside initiating an enchanted dance .
All the stars count hectic doors, crystallized by you. I'm no more, but I want more; your eyes sustain me, tie me up, separating the stains that your mind said stained me.


Off the road, eloquent flatlines,
They don't know the words you whisper; leave me basking in dusk's resign, glass shattering behind.
Shards of twilight, the reflection of your Love is so unkind. Wrestling with the allure of its entirety, I can't let your hair flow in another direction ; scooting deep within my conscious, submerging, you've equipped my sobriety.



Obtained by the monster in my bed, the fantasy I tried to surround clashes, painting unevenly red. Every step to you is an addiction I can't cut, the true blue. In a river, I thought I saw a glimpse of what could be true. Turbulent planes, barbaric landscapes, your hands engraved in my spine; you're my wings I can't leave behind.


Words could paint a thousand lies; I boldly chose to follow the overwhelming lights, constipated of what's wrong and right. When it's good it's bad. I like the weight of you. I don't wanna go towards whats not hidden in the mirror, I forfeit ; I'd rather follow behind, becoming a zombie in a herd of sheep without a mind. Your mind has become my own; I can't help but confide.

© starrose