Sunday, 25 January 2015

Sleeping flowers




Because I never, never got to tell you what I'm feeling inside




"When they told me you were leaving
I began to feel sick inside.
Because I never, never got to tell you
what I'm feeling inside my mind.
In my nightmares caused by anguish
I can see you run away.
In the daylight, I am hunting
only to lose your last trace.
I still feel your presence always
and I've fallen over the line.
I am hurting as I wonder
what it would be like if you were mine..."




Saturday, 10 January 2015

Just your touch could cure my lonesome blood



"...You let go of everything you had
and everything got left here waiting for what comes next
The state of things is tied to me
and I've been careless, I think too much
I want to lie still near you, I want to..."







All my limbs can become trees