A love like an open field. Hoping that it doesn’t rain. Women who’s sadness could portray their beauty. Do your best, to hold yourself in your own hands. I just want a little bit for you and I. Hoping the street signs, will grow into something a little more to look at. I’m just trying to alert, in conversation or something like that.
With a head in my hand, with weight of time itself. Hold open the gates of heaven. Asking only for freedom from hell. Has earth become the third kingdom? A place eviler than anything we could ever imagine after wards.
If I hate everything else that is typical
Why Would I love a typical woman?
I love who you are,
No matter what they say
No matter how you look
If we discarded these vessels
What would change?
All you would be is perfection
What you call love
What you call marraige
What you call moral
I look at, with a confused look of disgust.
Get away from me.
No matter what it is between us.
The wall of realms.
You will always be here,
Standing side by side,
An elder, you taught me what it was to fight the status quo
and Even after you leave
I will keep fucking fighting..
You said it best.
“Even though you are not my blood,
I will forever Love you like a son.”
I will forever fight for our opportunities,
I will always fight for an open mind.
Are you that abandoned house, with the old car abandoned out front? Are you one of our old friends who still hasn’t fallen in love? I wonder what you’re up to and who you’re spending time with, but I just don’t have the heart to ask.
There we stood, facing towards the sun. I felt your hand in mine for a second but then it was gone. In the graveyard we found your skull and your mouth, it’d never felt so warm .
Eyes worn with black around them, without any applied make up. An existence so sad, it choked us both. To look at you was a chore, and to hear your stories was even more.
A kiss like an anchor. The four of us put your underground. We felt the ghost’s hand but never thought much more. As we laid next to you and fought over who’d have more.
Minutes will turn to seconds, and soon you will be gone. The girl in every car trunk, and the woman on every missing poster. I want them to remember you for who you were. Lost and broken and always on the edge. To tell you the truth, I wish you the worst. My last wish is that the afterlife will disappoint more than I ever could.
Ohio Is For Lovers | Hawthorne Heights
play it slower, and hold my head back against the mattress after you do it. This is the rain we’d been praying for. Do things feel better finalized? Is it what you wanted?
I just wanted you to know, I don’t want to fall in love.
I just want you to watch me all day.
Tell me i’m your pet and promise that you’ll feed me. Tell me that while you were at work, you felt like there was something missing. Yell at me when you’re drunk and then kiss me and tell me that you need me.,