"Where words fail, music speaks." -Hans Christian Anderson

Thursday, July 14, 2011

jealousy cocktail.

Lets pack your troubles into my old suitcase.
latch the lid, and close it tight.
drop them at the station, and send them on their way.

come and climb a moment with me.
forget the world below.
tell me all the things you see.

pity the jealous.
they drown in their cocktail,
of selfishness and greed.

envy is their fuel.
drama, their flint and steel.
let them ignite themselves and burn.

take a step forward and break their icy grip.
dine on your delicious life.
give them a smile as you walk away.

let them reap what they sow.
wait for them to come crawling back.
watch them choke on their poisonous words.

leave them in their shells.
at the mercy of the wind.
abandoned to misery.

they have burned the bridges,
to climb a rung or two on the social ladder,
only to find themselves stranded.

gobble up the fools who walked out on you.
they are deaf and blind to love.
taking orders from nothing but their own corrupt conscience.

draw the blinds and blow out the candles.
feel me in the darkness.
don't say a word.

lean on me.
place your hand in mine.
let's go swim in the sunset.

you lift me out of myself,
when the world has me buried deep,
and forgetting all the good.

I lose myself in your smile lines.
stuck on the beauty inside of you,
not on the beauty you wear.

you chase the darkness from my eyes,
and share your light with me,
radiant, pleasant, and warm.

i adore the garden of your mind.
weeding out the ones who don't belong.
you inspire only the good to grow.

inside me, you've awoken a slumbering love.
one i never knew was there.
one that grows and learns.

i am addicted to your bones,
desperate for your words,
aching for the scent on your skin.

i wish i could invite you on a tour through my mind.
to see yourself in a new and different light.
to taste your kiss on my delicate lips.

our revenge is living well.
not sticks and stones.

we will fill the empty with love.
not with the arrows of hate.

we will walk side by side.
equal in each others eyes.

together we will write a new story,
and waltz on the pages of love.