For Reasons Only You Know.

The pain from my lips smeared across your face.
Hair tangled up in the back of my neck.
Keeping the biggest secrets of all.
You and I now have it all.

I’m not hiding you from the rest of the world.
But is it so wrong wanting to stay in this cocoon?
Once we step out, it will be showers and snow.
So let me try to keep you and I warm.

Forever is a promise I cannot make.
Neither is an ‘I am here to stay’.
Cause both of us now are chasing childhood dreams.
But, trust me, I still love you more than it seems.

-by Asja

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Childhood.

A paper napkin and a pen,
The keys are out of this prison cell,
For a dying heartbeat escape,
And a silent scream an outlet;

This music box was buried deep,
Right where we all dreamed big,
And monsters only came out at night,
Before the world turned us to ice;

Melodies were so serene,
Unlike the shield we were within,
And a smile could change a life,
For what we valued was gentle touch.

-by Asja

Future.

I still remember the day we met,
Your navy suit,
and my green lacy dress.
Your eyes across the room from mine,
sparkle building on sparkle,
life creating love.

I didn’t mean to act that way;
too cold, too unloving,
too far away.
Your lifeline could’ve clicked with mine,
but I was too broken
to know it at the time.

Now those days are a year away,
and you’re still a constant thought
in my head.
I tried to erase you a billion times,
but you, amore, wouldn’t leave my life.

I haven’t seen you in 11 months,
for I was chasing another life.
But when I’m alone in bed at night,
my only dream is your perfect touch.

And now I wonder if we’ll have it all,
as we have almost survived a storm.
I always say I don’t get attached,
but you, my love, just might be my nest.

-by Asja

Strangers.

Did I dream it? You and me.
Did we really sit right here?
Were those pearls for me, my love?
And those shivers through the night.

Now I’m staring into it,
A picture of your face right here,
Memories are fading fast,
But the one of our parting lasts.

Are we strangers in the hall?
So strong we were that we can’t talk.
I can see from looking back,
I was never meant to stay.

-by Asja

On Being Me.

I play hide and seek and jump fences at dusk. Just cause I want to feel alive. So I fall in love, not once, but a hundred times. And stay up late, not counting sheep, but piecing together broken dreams. And then I dream in screaming color about people I’ve never seen…and melodies that don’t exist. When I wake up to go about my day, I play with my hair and fix my red lipstick at least two times a day. I value time, and look for souls that may be lost in life. And when I’m down, I find purpose in the smallest of things, cause my eyes still sparkle after broken dreams. This is life with being me and I don’t think I would change a thing.

-by Asja

When we died.

I couldn’t walk
I couldn’t breathe
Why’d you have to cut my wings?
Before you I could always fly
And never care about a guy

This fall was strange, I hit hard
Just when I thought my life was fine
My wildest dreams were far from you
Yet you creeped in as nightmare fuel

Those are the echoes I still play back
From that Sunday we first met
Because you knew I’d always leave
I don’t believe the sudden fear

Now I’m running, running fast
So your voice doesn’t reach my heart
I never cared for long goodbyes
But then you vanished, so I craved for one

For all I have are empty seats
Right there where we used to meet
Back when your eyes sparkled through the night
Before they turned to glacial ice

All I can is play pretend
That those long hours nothing meant
And that I’m fine with how we are
Hundred to a zero overnight.

-by Asja

Secrets.

Did our flame just burn to embers?

and here I thought you were my candle.

My insanity was overruled,

by a mouth that spoke for two.

-by Asja

Hourglass

An hourglass was on my mind,

as your voice echoed through the night,

so here’s the story of you and I,

we had it all, except for time;

 

Now everything is just a blur,

as it happened in a moment’s spur,

and all I can is leave it to burn,

as I walk away as a batailleuse.

-by Asja 

 

 

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