star-in-your-sky

She was in my mind. Not on, in. I didn't see anything but her. Or maybe this was her mind? How did I get here? Don't know. How to get out? Don't know, don't care. She was all there was, and it's funny cause I could swear that just a second ago I was…well it  doesn't matter. Her imagination did miracles, like, she was picturing my scent as something between musk and vanilla, sweet, but muscular, how it made her want more, and I felt it, her want, her need as my own.  With every second she revealed more of her skin, more of self-confidence she had. "Touch me, touch me," a voice begged in room of silence. Desperate skin

You are worth it, Thousands of little stars in your eyes. You can do it no matter what. You have the power, you have the light, You are just like Jeanne d'Arc, But you are bond to win this fight. I have faith in you, believe me I do. I could be your faithful sword, I'd kill for you, (kill for me too). Kill the insecurities, the fears, the hate, Kill the fights, the screams, the lies. Kill me if it makes it better, I'm your faithful sword, I'd die for you. (Die for me too.).

I forgot a word! I forgot the word! How can I tell you, if I forgot the word? I remember the letter, but forgot how to write it. I'm lost in books, but it's nowhere to be found. Where could it be? Where could it be? How can I let you know, what I feel?

he said you have wings as he said you have a soul, and you can fly evermore I'd fallow you to infinity and back, i'd steal the stars and cover your skin with sunshines. I'd trust your path and know it's my only way to the sky. You are my path, there is no other way. My wings are born from yours. My wings are yours. I am yours. You are the storm that leads everyone to the clouds. As I can reach you, i'll fallow you. Do not fear of loneliness, I'm right behind you.

His name was Tuesday. He would through arrows of anger towards you if you giggle or say some ridiculous comment about his name, but still, everyone laughed, no one believed and he still threw arrows sometimes just because of habit. The name was the single interesting part of him. He was a loner.  Sometimes I sat across him on that poor excuse of a table we had and thought that his name is suited for him. He was exactly like Tuesday. Mondays are the hard beginning, when all you can hope for is for the week to process as fast as it could. On Monday everyone waits for Wednesday, while it's the little Friday they say. Thursdays are when you feel

He is amazing because he is more then he shows the world, and you love it, because you are the only one who knows that. He is nothing like those foolish guys that try to show the world how much better they are than anyone else, although, they don't even understand that there is   n o   s u c h   t h i n g   - better than. He is a mystery, your mystery. Do not underestimate that. You'll have trouble, cause in the end he is just like any other person with his own fears and problems, but you are the one he is not afraid to open up, so don't hurt him. And i promise if you do that,

I want to write a story That'll make your heart   skip a beat, I want to write a story That'll be just about    you and me.

It's Autumn, But i'm still alive. The wind is much stronger now, It's overmastering me. Like you used to do. I am his arms, I am his eyes, I am his breath. Like you used to be mine. I'm writing letters on the sand, Without a past, nor future, Hoping you'll just feel it. It's Autumn And i'm still alive. Maybe that's why I feel lost, Because all I'm wishing for Is to scream. You love me, or you don't. There is nothing in the middle.

The way you say my name, like bass strings on guitar, makes my heart tremble.