Wings Broken, Eyes Wide Shut...
Not really sure how I feel about this /
Not really certain about the truth in your kiss /
Though I'm flirting with the idea of this /
No longer hurting, turning into pure bliss /
Raise the curtain on this play of emotions /
I'm not certain I can take your desertion/
The pure silent and thus all the more violent,/
Imposition of this deathly silence /
Where once you were light inside of me /
Now eerie feelings idle, they're paused /
Memories of a time when we were like violins /
When playing together,/
We are leads of a melody so sweet /
Playing in my soul that night when we kissed/
And when suddenly that world no longer exists /
I find that taste of your lips still stitched /
Firmly into the tapestry of my broken memory /
The feel of your skin, the touch of your fingertips /
Is etched on my body such that only I can see /
Where your hands trailed and tracked as your fingers danced over my skin /
You're not here right now but your magic...
Not really certain about the truth in your kiss /
Though I'm flirting with the idea of this /
No longer hurting, turning into pure bliss /
Raise the curtain on this play of emotions /
I'm not certain I can take your desertion/
The pure silent and thus all the more violent,/
Imposition of this deathly silence /
Where once you were light inside of me /
Now eerie feelings idle, they're paused /
Memories of a time when we were like violins /
When playing together,/
We are leads of a melody so sweet /
Playing in my soul that night when we kissed/
And when suddenly that world no longer exists /
I find that taste of your lips still stitched /
Firmly into the tapestry of my broken memory /
The feel of your skin, the touch of your fingertips /
Is etched on my body such that only I can see /
Where your hands trailed and tracked as your fingers danced over my skin /
You're not here right now but your magic...