Cold sweats,
Teary eyes,
Imaginative breath, so soft against your neck...
Shivers that run through head to toe;
Yes, it's me, I'm here!
Fearing to turn around;
Afraid...
Still...
Scared that I'm back
Trying to face that fear.
Unable to move by telling,
Mind listens not.
Breath deepened,
As you turn into silent air.
Music slanted in a ripped off beat.
A fucking fortune to hear a guitar,
A screaming voice
And a wrinkle with a twinkle!
A super surprised
Meet & greet,
To the famous shits
No ones ever heard of...
Everything's just a black Monday.
Leading to an empty Friday!
How the week was fun...
It's like one hundred years since Elvis left the building!
Truth, I'm wasting air;
Fun part was getting pissed!
It rises at my will
And falls while sadness strikes!
But however it be, it's force will behold a path;
The path in which will conquer all.
It will force upon you with great strength
And simple return to be still.
In its power it gives life,
But can simply take it back.
It has no equal; it can destroy in all forms!
But it shares one rare emotion,
That rages through our hearts;
Somewhat alike!
It expresses all to see
But returns from where it began...
In destiny, its waiting figure breaks,
No more silent is heard.
Electronic beats come from far a land;
New dawns unfold to speak.
Breaking the battlefield of maternal hearts,
Only to choose words wisely with one true sort!
Heat is forced through passions' eye,
No bearing too is fault.
Breach and seek within grasp,
The newcomer approaching.
Wide eyed and full of voice,
Yet soft in motions vibe.
Will it be new destiny of one desire
Or the returning of the fuel to fire.
