Faded Fantasy3 читателя тэги

I want to fall to sleep with you,

and I could care less

whether it is in

layers upon layers

of clothing

or оnly our skin -

all I really want is to wake up

not knowing

where I end and you begin.

Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because –

because – I don’t know how to say it: a day is long

and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station

when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.

Don’t leave me, even for an hour, because

then the little drops of anguish will all run together,

the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift

into me, choking my lost heart.

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve оn the beach;

may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.

Don’t leave me for a second, my dearest,

because in that moment you’ll have gone so far

I’ll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,

Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?

The gap between compassion and surrender is love’s darkest, deepest region.

You will hear thunder and remember me,

And think: she wanted storms.

I just wanna lay next to you

And listen to the beat of your heart

I just wanna close my eyes

And fall asleep in your arms

I just wanna feel you

And just forget the world

Look, let me put it this way: with me, you`re number оne and there isn`t even a number two.

I'm battling monsters, I'm pulling you out of the burning buildings

and you say I'll give you anything but you never come through.

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.

Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.

Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day

I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,

your hands the color of a savage harvest,

hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,

I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,

the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,

I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,

hunting for you, for your hot heart,

Like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.