

still one namestill one namestill one name
The sound of your breathing, soft and calm Repetitions that lull me down I need no more than your breath on my face And a comforting peaceful sound
The soft feeling of warm skin on skin Letting personal space and barriers fall
Letting my tears run down my face And you don’t know they’re there at all
Able to talk to your sleeping self To express things you never knew I thought Saying just how much you mean to me now Without the fear of being caught
Embarrassment gone there’s no judgement here If I left now you’d wonde


a poets dreamThe temptation of sleep is drawing near 3 more lines to complete a tear Im caught inside a song from which I cant break free Im writing to make sure you know all that is me I want to be consumed by warm lyrical bliss Locked inside a moment like a passionate kiss As I close my eyes and let all of you in The pen draws rage like a wandering sin Respected emotions held back for so long Are released in a second for the sake of a song Hearing wont do, you must listen and take hold Trying to express is like trying to make gold Catching a feeling, elusive and raw The thingsa poets dream


ive lost my keysYou wouldnt believe me if i said Im disturbed and insecure Im so lost in my own head You were the key that fit this doorive lost my keys
I can see without pictures The many words you have said they've become permanent fixtures forever in my head
Sculptures of stone So clear and concise My peaceful zone of confused paradise
They portray many things things ive seen, things ive done The tears begin to sting and like salt rivers run
And im here once again at the end of my bed the dreams over, the stain of the tears in my h


EuphoriaEuphoriaEuphoria
I sink into a crowd a wall of people encasing me a motivated womb sensation fills me I close my eyes and listen and music has trapped me in its tomb.
The smell of matrix fills my lungs and i breathe deeper to keep awake pressed into a fold of people a wrinkle in the masses a wave moving to a greater purpose salt sweat passion forming a lake
Arms tight around me to stop me getting swept away the surfers are king in this multi toned ocean Im afraid of a whirlpool pulling me in but im secure, in this perfect moment
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A man's home is his skull. -Sean O'Mara
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