Living life on the petrol light

So I'm going to put up another really old poem of mine. It's kind of sweet and really innocent, I probably wrote it about 5 years ago now so the naivety is just absolutely golden to me. You can tell though that I'm expecting love to be a long and difficult journey. I'm a psychic.

I’d like to live to learn a different way,

Through your eyes and press replay,

To feel you heartbeat through your shirt,

To hold your hand through all this hurt,

I’d like to look at love between the sheets,

To kiss you sweetly on the cheek,

Through the night-time all I dream,

Is you’re my king and I’m your queen.

I’d like to live to hear the sound,

Of your laughter echo all around,

Or maybe miss that subtle joke,

To go out shopping although we’re broke.

I’d like to live to feel the breeze,

of rhythmic breathing whist you’re asleep,

a caress across my skin I learn,

that it’s not hate, but love that burns.

The love that I can no longer keep,

The heart that beats away from me,

The hand that hides your face as you cry,

When you turned and said goodbye.

I’d hate to live to feel the ache,

To be alone every single day,

But what’s the difference between that hate and now?

The show has ended, so take a bow,

Take off the makeup, take off the smile,

Hide the sorrow, hide the frown.

And dreaming is all that’s left,

The one thing I’ve insured against theft,

In my memories, or in between,

Where we live that lifetime, in my dreams.

MyInnerHeart She was there in my dreams, my inner heart- She lingered by the beach’s shore, Perching on the vicious rocks, Angry and pointed in total chaos, Beat upon by the sea. Black hair flew like tattered silk Reaching out to the expanse She smiled and turned and put to me, “Wouldn’t you love to sing The rhythms of the waves If you could capture the sea Drifting lazily in and out Of consciousness A dream so sublime The angles failed to capture it. Wouldn’t you love to sing The rhythms of the waves Its slow resounding heartbeat Crashing heavily, sighing lightly Drifting lazily in and out Of memories The thousands made and cherished.” She was there in my dreams, my inner heart- She lingered by the beach’s shore, Perching on the viscous rocks, Angry and pointed in total chaos, Beat upon by the sea. She’d always been there, and I’d always answer yes.

ok these ARE my deviantart posts. but hey, originality doesn't pay