I want to be The stars in your sky And the sun rays That shine on Your face And maybe even be The air In your lungs And i want to Be one of the reasons Why you smile Why you wake up And want to be more Than who you are And i want To be the soundtrack To your happy days And i want to Make you feel Things you've never Felt before And i want to Maybe even Own a little Piece of your Heart.
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I will not wave, lunge, Cry, shriek, rejoice, When the last trickle Of you slips, unwillingly, From my memory's Clutches, into those bleak and Bottomless caverns filled With a million misplaced eyes, Endless shadowy smiles, A billion faded farewells. The final flickers of you Will eventually greet The same gloomy fate.
Maybe the last to leave Will be your white gold hair. Maybe the remaining grains Of loquacious you will be Your opinion of Nabokov, Your nihilism, your Penchant for poetry. More likely, it will be Our soul-shaking despair, Our collective and awful Hopelessness. With luck, you'll slide away With star-glazed eyes, A halfway smile, A twinkle of recognition.
There are things that I can't bear to lose. Leave me, please, your voice. Leave me that treasure of The glass-winged seraphim, The vibrations and citations Of vocal chords woven From pensive moonbeams, Littered with soft lingering vowels, Honeyed and dapple grey. Give me, to keep, glorious Saltwater bubbles of laughter. Let me live alongside your Scuttling sideways glances. Let my heart wear your too-short red jumper.
How will I know when it goes? It will be the silent last of you, A jigsaw piece under the sofa, Miscellaneous, homeless, On the precipice, Forgotten.
I want my stone It's in It's a pocket A cave I'd never like to find myself there But for my hand I want my stone Where's my stone To go into my stone
Tear scent denim on the bedroom floor, Cradle for a cheekbone. A portable reading light A book bent backwards A coiled ribbon There They are me On this bedroom floor Under one table Where someone was once beautiful And then still also after
If the world would touch me softly please I might pretend that i am barely there And the world might pretend it too
Is it possible to focus a moment more into one sense? Maybe could i live one moment as more a sound
Tree branches almost seem Like they move slower Than the wind and air Sometimes And now Thats me Sometimes
But i can't stay You were hurting me with the bin And the unwanted It was not needed Maybe i understand But no Nothing nothing No
A piece of thread floating But moving past the leaf canopy And the town Village landscape But glimpsing glimpsing the pale blue Across those few changing colours
Old place Where i left my thoughts I can see you now But i never quite left it all
One day The light won't Touch your naked skin anymore When houses are the haunting And my ghosts were your life
Possibly the butt of the first time i tried Who else burried a heartbeat maybe Under stone or nettle Or in your earth and life?
Still you take me to you Not even a stony galaxy Though that word seems not-right Thank you thank you A place that won't leave dents in my knees
Like a polished statue head Not beauty In fact I almost melt But there's a person of A passing person A barely there and rarely remembered person about it Them
Vision then Vision then But i must be breathing or Something close like an echo Coz my hands are speaking, Like these words And changing screens They came from this very day
My body has used this now place Here Like a human And.
I'd just like to be just a figure in their bed now Gentle and blending In softness and calm Stillness Like to inhale
A face weighs down shoulders Don't make me a person
But please Though.
I never liked an uninvited light When it sliced through my night-space
But a whisper I don't know But i know sometimes there's this imprint on the pillow beside me Just then i picture the walking man i spoke of once before But no But absolutely not like it at all Coz this whisper Is like the space of a something. The world knows
Give me a piece A peace to your heart, Give me a place So that our love Can start. Give me a piece A piece of your mind, Give me your peace And leave your worries behind.
Give me your hand, And I'll show you the world, Up from above, and below the sand, Give me your feet And I'll not lead you astray, Give me you, So we can go on our way.
Give me a piece Of the peace you hold dear, Give me something, Anything, Let's start a friendship right here.
And so our friendship Will bloom like flowers In the spring, It'll come like the weather, With all the sun and rain, And the wind that sings.
Give me a piece of your peace My love, And I'll show you what heaven Is really made of.
It's not made out of gold, Or silvery things, It's not even worth, Its worth in diamond Rings.
It's made out of love, And pieces of peace, It's the whispers of the wind That plays in the trees.
It's the sweet ringing laughter When you laugh in my ear, It's when I hear you, Your sweet voice my dear.
A piece of peace, Is all that I need, Because that's all it takes, Is one little seed.
So give me a piece of your peace My friend, And I'll stand by it Never to End.
