My thoughts begin to betray my feelings with lies,
so cold my eyes summer winterizing my soul.
Taking me back home, when light was light,
no shadows illuminating the heart of old.
Seeing blindly the beauty within myself,
as I make my way to a love I don’t understand.
Euphemism for pain our love has taken me,
to a path without a path in lights without light.
A touch I hear as I move towards my heart,
whispering in her eyes the beauty on my love.
Does she even see me I wonder at times,
but as she smiles I know I am all that she sees.
I smile as her thoughts come into view,
how she smiles destroys worlds.
The only eyes I have ever known to light up my own,
how deep she is, how I want to exhaust my life in her love.
Crucified on her heart my love dying to find her,
to be more for her, to hold her closer than my skin.
Waiting to wait under something almost cruel,
controlled by distance, lied to by what we see.
Never have I known such closeness in my heart,
finishing each beat with her own we live.
If she were to die I know I would as well,
for in our oneness we are the same.
To live is only in her arms,
to love her, just keeps getting better.
Johnny Newell
so cold my eyes summer winterizing my soul.
Taking me back home, when light was light,
no shadows illuminating the heart of old.
Seeing blindly the beauty within myself,
as I make my way to a love I don’t understand.
Euphemism for pain our love has taken me,
to a path without a path in lights without light.
A touch I hear as I move towards my heart,
whispering in her eyes the beauty on my love.
Does she even see me I wonder at times,
but as she smiles I know I am all that she sees.
I smile as her thoughts come into view,
how she smiles destroys worlds.
The only eyes I have ever known to light up my own,
how deep she is, how I want to exhaust my life in her love.
Crucified on her heart my love dying to find her,
to be more for her, to hold her closer than my skin.
Waiting to wait under something almost cruel,
controlled by distance, lied to by what we see.
Never have I known such closeness in my heart,
finishing each beat with her own we live.
If she were to die I know I would as well,
for in our oneness we are the same.
To live is only in her arms,
to love her, just keeps getting better.
Johnny Newell
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