With water streaming down my chest
I try to picture your hair all in a mess
Picture us in a whiskey fueled desire
Don’t care about a thing but us
Picture your hair bunched in my hand
Knocking boots in a bed that ain’t mine
I have no inhibitions when you’re near
Just waiting ‘til our legs entwined
Your hair’s all in a mess
I kiss your lips in lust
Whiskey fueled desire
Made me burn with a fire
Picture your hair bunched in my hand
Knocking boots in a bed that ain’t mine
I have no inhibitions when you’re near
Just waiting ‘til our legs entwined
Your hair’s all in a mess
I kiss your lips i
The buzzing in my pocket
Tells me you're on the other end
I don't know what to tell you
But talk to me 'cause I love you
Remember when I said
"Tomorrow doesn't seem as right as tonight"
And the rim of my bottle
Reminds me of your lips
Talk to me 'cause I love you
And I'm trying so hard you know
The water flows by silently
As I try to let you go
I'm standing on your doorstep
In my head
I'm saying come back with me
But I may as well be dead
Talk to me 'cause I love you
And I'm trying so hard you know
The water flows by silently
As I try to let you go
I don't think much about you,
except when I'm sitting here like this.
Picturing your slender figure sitting across from me;
the shadow of you, scratching ideas into your book.
Stopping to sip your drink, to smile up at me
with your warm, infectious grin.
But then, you're not really here.
The radio fades back into hearing,
and the people drift into existence once again
as I slip back into reality to write these words.
To pen the memory of you into my notebook
for safekeeping from my forgetful mind.
I've bought another drink
to feel your presence a little longer.
The night is creeping in
but the cafe lights still burn strong, comforting,
with
I remember a time when things were real
And I know it must be late
Because I’m starting to think about life
And I’m so far behind
And somehow I don’t mind
Somehow I don’t care
I know that isn’t right
I want love but I don’t want you
I don’t know what to do
I want facts but I don’t want the truth
And I don’t know what to do
I remember a time when things were good
And I know that I have changed
Like the way I don’t feel happy
And how I’m still alone tonight
And somehow I don’t mind
Somehow I don’t care
I know that isn’t right
I want love but I don’t wan
Baby, I may love you,
but don’t think I’m
gonna come back to you.
No I won’t,
I won’t.
Girl I may need you,
but don’t think I’m
gonna run back to you.
No I won’t,
I won’t…
Turn away, turn away,
turn away, turn away,
again…
Turn away, turn away,
turn away…
no, never
again.
Baby I may think of you,
but don’t think I’ll ever
reach out to you.
No I won’t,
I won’t…
Turn away, turn away,
turn away, turn away,
again…
Turn away, turn away,
turn away…
no never
again.
Girl, I may dream of you,
but don’t think I’ll ever
wake
Set upon relentlessly, by thoughts unbidden
Aware of things she would rather keep hidden
Taken over and controlled by her heart
Rocked by emotions and feelings of doubt
And the things kept inside erupt with a shout
Plagued and bombarded with things left unsaid
Wounds old and new that tore open and bled
Things she once knew became strangely unknown
She watched the people she love drift away
Unable to move as her friendships decayed
She drowns in her confusion at work and at home
She smiles and and laughs, but she’s sad and alone
Berating herself, day in and day out
As she glares at the endless passing of time
As if the ticking of the c
Holiday Cheer? dialogue piece by MasterCrow666, literature
Literature
Holiday Cheer? dialogue piece
“It’s like cinnamon,” I told her. Though in reality I was not remarking the flavour of my drink, but on the colour of her almond shaped eyes. The girl sitting in front of me glowed, like a rain shower on a sunny day, and as I looked at her I thought, why must I fall for the ones who show me the least bit of affection? Unsurprisingly, the thought fled as quick as it had appeared as her warm voice filled the air like a song.
“You didn’t order a drink with cinnamon in it, did you?” I hadn’t, really, but she filled my head like a bottle of wine, and I couldn’t think of anything else.
The holiday favourites at the beginning of the festive season, and the feelings spilling from the hearts of new lovers brought together by the chilly air and the comfort of warm drinks, paint the town a vibrant, joyous red in early November. Laughter dances in the air, and couples huddle close, glowing with the happiness that comes with being in love, window shopping as they eagerly await the first snowfall of the year. People are smiling. Everyone is humming those silly Christmas songs that are bound to get stuck in your head. I can see men and women with sparkling eyes, sneaking shy looks at their partner’s turned face… a
Step outside and
Watch the clouds sail by.
Don’t think about who you are
Or what, or why.
Paint a picture
On the blue canvas sky,
And paint away the days where
You said good-bye.
Saddle up your horse
And ride for someplace new
Don’t think of where it will lead, for
It’ll lead you true.
Now
Lie in the grass
In the place where you flew
And just know that you’re okay
Though... you always knew.
God help me I'm thinking again
Maybe it’s not so bad, this
Never-ending din
The clash of words
It’s steel on steel
Thoughts screaming in my head
Sounds of war, the
Ground littered with dead
I’ve lost my sword
My wounds won’t heal
With water streaming down my chest
I try to picture your hair all in a mess
Picture us in a whiskey fueled desire
Don’t care about a thing but us
Picture your hair bunched in my hand
Knocking boots in a bed that ain’t mine
I have no inhibitions when you’re near
Just waiting ‘til our legs entwined
Your hair’s all in a mess
I kiss your lips in lust
Whiskey fueled desire
Made me burn with a fire
Picture your hair bunched in my hand
Knocking boots in a bed that ain’t mine
I have no inhibitions when you’re near
Just waiting ‘til our legs entwined
Your hair’s all in a mess
I kiss your lips i
The buzzing in my pocket
Tells me you're on the other end
I don't know what to tell you
But talk to me 'cause I love you
Remember when I said
"Tomorrow doesn't seem as right as tonight"
And the rim of my bottle
Reminds me of your lips
Talk to me 'cause I love you
And I'm trying so hard you know
The water flows by silently
As I try to let you go
I'm standing on your doorstep
In my head
I'm saying come back with me
But I may as well be dead
Talk to me 'cause I love you
And I'm trying so hard you know
The water flows by silently
As I try to let you go
I don't think much about you,
except when I'm sitting here like this.
Picturing your slender figure sitting across from me;
the shadow of you, scratching ideas into your book.
Stopping to sip your drink, to smile up at me
with your warm, infectious grin.
But then, you're not really here.
The radio fades back into hearing,
and the people drift into existence once again
as I slip back into reality to write these words.
To pen the memory of you into my notebook
for safekeeping from my forgetful mind.
I've bought another drink
to feel your presence a little longer.
The night is creeping in
but the cafe lights still burn strong, comforting,
with
I remember a time when things were real
And I know it must be late
Because I’m starting to think about life
And I’m so far behind
And somehow I don’t mind
Somehow I don’t care
I know that isn’t right
I want love but I don’t want you
I don’t know what to do
I want facts but I don’t want the truth
And I don’t know what to do
I remember a time when things were good
And I know that I have changed
Like the way I don’t feel happy
And how I’m still alone tonight
And somehow I don’t mind
Somehow I don’t care
I know that isn’t right
I want love but I don’t wan
Baby, I may love you,
but don’t think I’m
gonna come back to you.
No I won’t,
I won’t.
Girl I may need you,
but don’t think I’m
gonna run back to you.
No I won’t,
I won’t…
Turn away, turn away,
turn away, turn away,
again…
Turn away, turn away,
turn away…
no, never
again.
Baby I may think of you,
but don’t think I’ll ever
reach out to you.
No I won’t,
I won’t…
Turn away, turn away,
turn away, turn away,
again…
Turn away, turn away,
turn away…
no never
again.
Girl, I may dream of you,
but don’t think I’ll ever
wake
Set upon relentlessly, by thoughts unbidden
Aware of things she would rather keep hidden
Taken over and controlled by her heart
Rocked by emotions and feelings of doubt
And the things kept inside erupt with a shout
Plagued and bombarded with things left unsaid
Wounds old and new that tore open and bled
Things she once knew became strangely unknown
She watched the people she love drift away
Unable to move as her friendships decayed
She drowns in her confusion at work and at home
She smiles and and laughs, but she’s sad and alone
Berating herself, day in and day out
As she glares at the endless passing of time
As if the ticking of the c
Holiday Cheer? dialogue piece by MasterCrow666, literature
Literature
Holiday Cheer? dialogue piece
“It’s like cinnamon,” I told her. Though in reality I was not remarking the flavour of my drink, but on the colour of her almond shaped eyes. The girl sitting in front of me glowed, like a rain shower on a sunny day, and as I looked at her I thought, why must I fall for the ones who show me the least bit of affection? Unsurprisingly, the thought fled as quick as it had appeared as her warm voice filled the air like a song.
“You didn’t order a drink with cinnamon in it, did you?” I hadn’t, really, but she filled my head like a bottle of wine, and I couldn’t think of anything else.
The holiday favourites at the beginning of the festive season, and the feelings spilling from the hearts of new lovers brought together by the chilly air and the comfort of warm drinks, paint the town a vibrant, joyous red in early November. Laughter dances in the air, and couples huddle close, glowing with the happiness that comes with being in love, window shopping as they eagerly await the first snowfall of the year. People are smiling. Everyone is humming those silly Christmas songs that are bound to get stuck in your head. I can see men and women with sparkling eyes, sneaking shy looks at their partner’s turned face… a
Step outside and
Watch the clouds sail by.
Don’t think about who you are
Or what, or why.
Paint a picture
On the blue canvas sky,
And paint away the days where
You said good-bye.
Saddle up your horse
And ride for someplace new
Don’t think of where it will lead, for
It’ll lead you true.
Now
Lie in the grass
In the place where you flew
And just know that you’re okay
Though... you always knew.
God help me I'm thinking again
Maybe it’s not so bad, this
Never-ending din
The clash of words
It’s steel on steel
Thoughts screaming in my head
Sounds of war, the
Ground littered with dead
I’ve lost my sword
My wounds won’t heal
I remember a time when things were real
And I know it must be late
Because I’m starting to think about life
And I’m so far behind
And somehow I don’t mind
Somehow I don’t care
I know that isn’t right
I want love but I don’t want you
I don’t know what to do
I want facts but I don’t want the truth
And I don’t know what to do
I remember a time when things were good
And I know that I have changed
Like the way I don’t feel happy
And how I’m still alone tonight
And somehow I don’t mind
Somehow I don’t care
I know that isn’t right
I want love but I don’t wan