Follow Your Passion: A Seamless Tumblr Journey
Hard feelings.
Now I’m in his bed
This moment fulfilling every dream I ever had
Cuddles, kisses and he treats me like a Mrs.
But there is no satisfaction in it
There has to be a problem with me at least a bit,
cause I thought we were the perfect fit.
Now my thoughts keep running crazy
Just like Donald Loves Daisy
and I dancing with Swazy
while smoking the blunt Bob said is hazy.
This makes no sense ?
Oh didn’t knew that, thanks.
I know I should enjoy
Not all men treat woman like a toy
But it’s so hard to believe
Because of all the pain I received.
-B.I
I listened to your song today.
Again and again.
Your voice is just the right amount of comfort I need.
The lyrics are words pulled out from your thoughts.
And I can't help but feel happy,
knowing I finally had a glimpse of your mind.
I think I haven't craved anything like this in forever.
Your thoughts are like magic.
It pulls me in closer,
and hugs me a little tighter.
Your thoughts are also like the night sky.
So beautiful, yet too far away to be true.
Music made by your hands,
blended with the sweet humming of your lips,
carefully speaks stories to the listener.
This is what a song should be.
Your songs are like ocean,
and everyone takes away what they can.
To be honest I hate that.
I wish you only sung for me.
I wish only I heard the sweet ramblings of your head.
I wish you wrote those lines for me.
I wish I could hide you from the world.
I am being selfish I know.
But I would gladly shout out to the world how selfish I am,
if it means you will sing to me forever.
I need your voice ringing through my bones,
until the universe disappears in the folds of nothingness.
© Moonyloonywitch
29/07/2021
10:57 am