Carry me away

Oh it's been so..

Naked skin to skin

Gazing eye to eye

Exposing my harsh nature

Passion I burried so deep 

But here we are

Naked skin to skin

Kissing lips to lips

Feeling shock of the action

Should we even be here

But here we are

Naked skin to skin

Cruising hands all over

Body yours, ours, mine

Ouh lets never stop

Here we are

Naked skin to skin

On my own

Time moves on

My memory fades

I can't seem to remember

One thing or two

How did it feel to be

Fuzzy and warm

How was it to be embraced

In somebody's hug

Hold a hand 

Of someone you like

Give a kiss

To other lips

Feel so happy

You almost fly

Most of all I cannot recall

How did it feel

To be loved

Long road

It's the darkest room I have ever been to. I close her eyes and lead her in the middle. Ask her to wait. Extra second won't hurt anyone.

Spotlights so bright, they illuminate the middle of the room, where she is standing still. Her eyes still closed, I wish I could stop this moment forever, to see her like this for a little bit longer. She is so calm, so simple, so perfect. 

I turn on her favorite song, and just step by step I approach her. You say magic is not real, but when I see her swaying to the music so perfectly in rhythm, this doesn't feel real at all. She has put a spell on me, or maybe I have on her?

I'm so close next to her, and before I take her hand, I take a deep, deep breath and just make a picture in my mind of her smile. This moment seemed so impossible yesterday.

I walk up my finger up her arm and once I reach her hair I move it behind her ear just like she usually does it, she tingles a bit and laughs. I grab her second arm, and start swaying together with her. We are not her and him anymore, we are one. I put my cheek next to hers, feel the calm sensuality of this one moment we share. There is no rush. Songs may change one after another, but here we are, loosing all the time in world just to a single dance. 

This will be one dreamfull night, for us to remember.

I don't want to hide..but i do

Time wraps itself around myself
Slowly
In slow motion..
Everytime I walk by you

Sounds disappear into void
Quietly
I can't hear this quiet..
Everytime you say a word to me

I become so confused by my own mind
To keep on
Or to stop and say something..
Everytime I see you

Every fucking day

It scares her a little. If after all this time she won't be able to excite you in a way that you deserve. So she just gives you shy smiles, and quick glances, but she wants more.
So much time she has counted on her own, she learned to love her to be, who she is. So she fears that someone could take this all away again, but she wants more. Having so much broken endings, could she be able to give you a perfect beginning? What if its too late, but she wants more.
Run after her in rain and snow, let it seep through your soul. Push your eyes through her eyes, look how deep it all goes. How deep you could fall into that rabbit hole that she is? The perfect destruction, naive clumsiness that she cannot hide, but she wants more.
Give her a hand, feel that she is freezing, trembling. Warm up her lonely fingers.
Don't say a word, she doesn't need any. She just wants to feel, feel the moment.
She is not forgotten.
She is not alone.
She is she..
..but she wants more.

Harm me, not anymore

The lies you told me.
White lies, maybe?
They hurt me more than your imagination can comprehend. In this world, where every single person walk around pretending to be perfect, only lies come out of their mouths.
Lies, lies, lies.
I just wonder if it ever keeps them awake, like it keeps me. In a world where truth is scolded and hidden, I will always choose it even if it's ugly. Years go by on my own, and I learn that it's not the lies that make me beatiful in somebody's eyes. Only when I accept this as it is. It's the ugly truth.
Makes me feel safe.
Make this world prettier.
Why is it even considered ugly? Why can't i say what I feel, shouldn't we learn that we are allowed to feel real. Not just some lost souls, who shouldn't, who cant, who don't know why.
Ugly-pretty.
Truth.

In storm or sun

Between heaven and hell, in a place where most of us would get lost. There was her, the most delicate one this world has seen. Whenever you could hold her, it felt like she barely was there. She truly was somewhere between two worlds. So easy to hold her, so gently to be touched as if not to break her. Even standing just with her, not a step forward or back you want to make, just stay still. Though, you know she was different before, something made her this soft. And be thankful for that as for every single stroke she laid on your bruised skin, you healed with every day. Without a single word she told stories of places you have not seen. Say as you will, you could listen to them from early sunrise till the moment the moon rose. Without a single sound she would sing you a song to dance to. Say as you will, but without even knowing steps you were ready to dance.
And believe it or not, but you get to keep her. You get to hold her. Just not too strong, as if not to break her. With her you get to stand between heaven and hell.