Faded Fantasy3 читателя тэги

Автор: Beramode

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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

C/B/

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

R/S/

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.

P/N/

 

 

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.

S/S/

My head is filled with ruins

Most of them are built with you

J/W/

Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. What then kills love? оnly this: Neglect. Not to see you when you stand before me. Not to think of you in the little things. Not to make the road wide for you, the table spread for you. To choose you out of habit not desire, to pass the flower seller without a thought. To leave the dishes unwashed, the bed unmade, to ignore you in the mornings, make use of you at night. To crave another while pecking your cheek. To say your name without hearing it, to assume it is mine to call.

R/S/

Actually, you said Love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. It’s like a religion. It’s terrifying. No оne will ever want to sleep with you.”

H/P/

 

 

I wanted to tear this love to pieces

but it was supple it entangled my hands

and my hands are bound with love

people ask whose prisoner I am

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