it feeds on desperation, and puts our life on hold, it follows in our footsteps, with truth as pure as gold, with the colour of compassion, it holds back the breaking dawn, it lingers in our shadows, leaves pigments on the floor, ties tight knots to hide the fear, it reflects our every move, it’ll kill and shed no tear, its got every point to prove, echoing their desperate cries, from...
watch me, i’ll learn from every mistake you ever make, i’ll watch you crumble and see how you fall, i wont give you any sympathy you dont deserve any at all, your just a guide line to me, the big book i learn from, the memory i look back on, so i dont make the same mistakes as you did, so i dont hurt, so i dont break down, so i can walk away without guilt written across my forehead, so...
if you cut your self, you will bleed, but only for a while, and when its healed, its very week, but you know its twice as strong.
complexity versus simplicity in an act of defiance, in lack of capacity, fiction mirrors the science, defeated and shattered, and broken in two, it shadows the crevices, that strengthen the view, each time that they crumble, new theories are told, every beauty to be shared and each heart to behold.
friends forever and never apart, if we did ever break up, we’ll go back to the start, always to wonder and never to shame, reassure and understand, to shelter from the rain, love forever and never let go, helping each other, stay on the road, to pick it back up from wherever we last slipped, read off the page and write the new script, with some thing this precious, we’ll fight and...
He sprints on through the wind, and strives on in each ray of sun, he’s the dappled shade below the leaves, he’s everything we’ve been and done, He’s the crispest frost in young December, and the silent snow that falls, he’s the sweetest blossoms of April-may, he’s the tide across the shores, He’s the colours of the Autumn leaves, and the rambling clouds up high, he’s all the spaces...