Waking up to the only feeling left to know,
beyond a shroud of light inside.
Facing what I see in the mirror,
becoming who I was made for in you.
All memories new from now,
pictures of beautiful perfections.
I cannot feel without the touch you possess,
hanging in my hear who you are.
Your angelic heart has taken a hold inside,
all that is known is let go of while with you.
Sleeping soundly dreamer’s illusion felt,
buried while time stands still.
Loving your skin as your fingers take me,
pulling me back making your way.
Façade of poetic visions of hope,
reality lost behind your smile.
In waking up to feel you I know,
what it is I need in my life.
Your voice in my ear speaking forever,
showing my eyes what blindness took away.
I need you more than I need to breathe,
either alone is death to my mind.
Hopes rise up as luster touches me again,
in your hands, eyes taking me back home.
In you I have weakness bound in pain,
shame forgotten between the shades.
You asked me what I need when I open my eyes,
my love, my life, it is you I need to survive.
Johnny Newell
beyond a shroud of light inside.
Facing what I see in the mirror,
becoming who I was made for in you.
All memories new from now,
pictures of beautiful perfections.
I cannot feel without the touch you possess,
hanging in my hear who you are.
Your angelic heart has taken a hold inside,
all that is known is let go of while with you.
Sleeping soundly dreamer’s illusion felt,
buried while time stands still.
Loving your skin as your fingers take me,
pulling me back making your way.
Façade of poetic visions of hope,
reality lost behind your smile.
In waking up to feel you I know,
what it is I need in my life.
Your voice in my ear speaking forever,
showing my eyes what blindness took away.
I need you more than I need to breathe,
either alone is death to my mind.
Hopes rise up as luster touches me again,
in your hands, eyes taking me back home.
In you I have weakness bound in pain,
shame forgotten between the shades.
You asked me what I need when I open my eyes,
my love, my life, it is you I need to survive.
Johnny Newell
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