MasterCrow666

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

   “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