saving face
02/13/04, 03:37 PM
one for all you valentine nuts out there! only just wrote this, so ne ideas would be appreciated! :)
My Valentines Gift To You
When I think about the torrents
That tore me open
I think back to you
A sky that is falling
A heart that is failing
Stir the echoes of your voice
Giving up on ghosts
Gremlins and Angles to
Poisoned arrows fly through the fog
Through the blindness they stab at you
Infect you with the incurable intolerable
Pulsating and malicious disease called lust
My veins that threaten to rise through my skin
My bones that tingle on the edge of deprivation
Its been so long but I can still taste you inside my teeth
My gums they bleed for you
They bleed for you
So here is your present
And here is my final goodbye
These flowers I picked for you
They grew from dead ground
Leaves form the ashes
Scorched soul to seal the deal
I’m giving up on Saints
Giving up on this thing called breathing
The night lies dormant
Determined to not let me start a new day
I talk to the moon
Tell her the cruel things that you do
That my borrowed time is up
And I can’t help but crack up when I see you
I talk to the moon
She listens to me
Accepts my fears and vulnerability
She holds me in the night so cold
Breathes for me
She raises my chest in the motion of the ocean
Opens her soul to me
Takes me in and hides me from the red head that sets fire to my fibres
My intentions waste with self-sorrow
And as I steam up your window one last time
I’ll hold it all back
To kill this moment with words would be such a waste
Of a last opportunity
Of a prophecy from the moon
This valentine is for her
My Valentines Gift To You
When I think about the torrents
That tore me open
I think back to you
A sky that is falling
A heart that is failing
Stir the echoes of your voice
Giving up on ghosts
Gremlins and Angles to
Poisoned arrows fly through the fog
Through the blindness they stab at you
Infect you with the incurable intolerable
Pulsating and malicious disease called lust
My veins that threaten to rise through my skin
My bones that tingle on the edge of deprivation
Its been so long but I can still taste you inside my teeth
My gums they bleed for you
They bleed for you
So here is your present
And here is my final goodbye
These flowers I picked for you
They grew from dead ground
Leaves form the ashes
Scorched soul to seal the deal
I’m giving up on Saints
Giving up on this thing called breathing
The night lies dormant
Determined to not let me start a new day
I talk to the moon
Tell her the cruel things that you do
That my borrowed time is up
And I can’t help but crack up when I see you
I talk to the moon
She listens to me
Accepts my fears and vulnerability
She holds me in the night so cold
Breathes for me
She raises my chest in the motion of the ocean
Opens her soul to me
Takes me in and hides me from the red head that sets fire to my fibres
My intentions waste with self-sorrow
And as I steam up your window one last time
I’ll hold it all back
To kill this moment with words would be such a waste
Of a last opportunity
Of a prophecy from the moon
This valentine is for her