Christopher007

In her eyes Lies the beauty of a starlit shore                    Her hair Demonstrating waves lapping up on the sand                                  But her hands... Carefully running along my jawline                   To kill for. To die for...                   Her nose? Such a small feature, yet so significant in her beauty                                 Her smile            Completing such a gorgeous creature                 The spell it puts me under-                      I couldn't escape it if I tried                            And then she was mine.

The story starts the day you came and turned my life around, But what one finds the first time searching is not always the best one found, An empty metro station welcomed us with open arms, The isolation protecting us from anything that could cause harm. A series of empty promises, Commitment to our drugs, Not all the way to substance but still parting us from what we loved. And one fine day a beam of light shines through the boarded door, You become scared that I will long for the sun shining once more. More boards are placed over the entrance but the sun continuously seeps, Then all together you rip them down and leave to bathe in it as you

I heard the echo of your scream as it flowed through the air, I never swore nor did I promise that I would always be right there, But I gave up when you gave in to conforming with the rest, You changed to the point of no return, and it wasn't for the best, Your words were like a careless kiss, only spoke to keep me there, Though even as I pulled away, my thoughts of you seemed perfectly clear, You didn't know me at all and yet you knew me too well, You parted me from my true friends and stared blankly as I fell, But now years later as I see your name come on my phone, I think of you and realize that I'm no better off alone, The apar

Somewhere in the earth, Where the roots of trees start, Lie the remains, Of my fixated heart. After you claimed it, And tore it in two, I realized that, My heart wasn't for you. And so now it just lies there, And tries not to make sound, For it fears that another, Will push it further underground. As the cut makes a scar, And my heart slowly heals, I found that love is but fake, We just wish it was real.

In your left hand sock drawer, under the photographs, I found what I was looking for, The book was your first love, Inside what you were dreaming of, To my surprise the dream had stayed the same, And while I read, Your thoughts inside a book, And while I read, Your property I took, Well I said, You've got to be kidding me, No, no no.. 'Cause we're not, ready for love, It is not, what I've been dreaming of, Because your heart was set on fire, It's a shame I'm the desired one, 'Cause we're not, ready for love, There's a difference between stealing a kiss, And joining you on some endless bliss, And your fear of everything w