Sometimes I think of this place,
where dreamers dream
and lovers cry
Sometimes I think I saw your face but
it was just a word in a lullaby.
Sometimes i think I maybe
then I bleed my feelings on your hands
But a heart doesn't know what its made of.
Then we wash our skin in a dirty sand
your hair running through my fingertips
like a memory of what has been.
The world rushed to a corner of your lips
This is too good to be real,
it must be a dream.
Sometimes i think I have a found a cure
for poets and their aching hearts
Sometimes I think it might be you
to put together all that has fallen apart.
........And your dream is just a whisper
And your call never makes it there
The sea of your tears is just a drop
All that I give you is never enough.
All the words that should have been silenced
And all the reasons that never made sense
Every breath that becomes a breeze
And all that you'll mean to me.
Don't know how I became addicted
When did my heart replace my head?
and when I touch you I feel lifted
as I'm still lying alone on my bed
All your hopes that fall in time
All your dreams that I still hope to find
Every promise that you give up
Every little thing that still means.
I'm 25 now! going on 40, going on 13..trying to deal with growing up whilst still holding onto the fun of teenage years, during the day im like clark kent, or Bruce Wayne... by night im still like them, only slightlier busier. Not saving the world, just reading about pregnancy...