Like a wave you crashed into my dreams breaking my soul,
picking up the pieces shown before you in my heart.
Veiled to perfection dwindling upon loneliness forgotten,
trips into images felt in eyes blinding ears too cold to hear.
Rapping your nails against my fingers feeling shallow graves remembered,
in a word felt flying across the windows of my infinite fantasies cold.
Tasting your lips speaking lover’s games tickling sorrow’s pride.
Dying to live forever, living to die tomorrow in tears unable to weep,
you speak to me in dance as you sit still under clouds raining clouds.
Finding lost thoughts in memories yet to be talked about,
whispers yelling in silence magnificence finds humility within.
Beating drums on strings guitars singing light in the shadows,
realm of vision with sight blinded by love’s desire for pain.
Falling up to hell in heaven’s dream so cold burning fire,
language understanding misunderstood complications.
Realizations felt in a sound of souls bleeding ghostly hearts,
never a name to say in the waters of rivers run dry.
Under your eyes seeing my blood crying tears yesterday gone,
to hold you in all of the dreams becoming my reality.
Only you know my name, as my name holds your heart.
Johnny Newell
picking up the pieces shown before you in my heart.
Veiled to perfection dwindling upon loneliness forgotten,
trips into images felt in eyes blinding ears too cold to hear.
Rapping your nails against my fingers feeling shallow graves remembered,
in a word felt flying across the windows of my infinite fantasies cold.
Tasting your lips speaking lover’s games tickling sorrow’s pride.
Dying to live forever, living to die tomorrow in tears unable to weep,
you speak to me in dance as you sit still under clouds raining clouds.
Finding lost thoughts in memories yet to be talked about,
whispers yelling in silence magnificence finds humility within.
Beating drums on strings guitars singing light in the shadows,
realm of vision with sight blinded by love’s desire for pain.
Falling up to hell in heaven’s dream so cold burning fire,
language understanding misunderstood complications.
Realizations felt in a sound of souls bleeding ghostly hearts,
never a name to say in the waters of rivers run dry.
Under your eyes seeing my blood crying tears yesterday gone,
to hold you in all of the dreams becoming my reality.
Only you know my name, as my name holds your heart.
Johnny Newell
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