There’s something dark about you,
I just can’t say what or why.
It’s a feeling, it’s this state
that you pull me to, it’s the taste.
Maybe the smell of your hair
or the touch of your hands,
the way your eyes haunt mine,
the kiss from your soft pink lips
or the untold words they guard,
but every word is like a sweet treat,
except for the ones that say good bye.
I catch myself wishing to see you again,
not sure if because of the feeling
of your hands caressing my skin,
your tongue pleasing mine
or for the taunt of your look,
but definitely cause there’s something dark about you
…and I like it.
Category: Fantasy in a word(s)
Barely human
I have developed a six sense,
cause I can’t describe the feeling
and I can’t name it just yet,
I just know it’s there, deep down.
Everything around you feels different;
the air, the space, time itself …my-self.
My whole body reacts to your presence
and I can feel you coming miles away.
It’s like a super power;
something I can not explain
but it manifests when I’m with you,
everytime I touch you,
or breathe close to you,
when I close my lips to your ear
and slowly blow words inside them,
when I bury my face in your hair
and just smell it
and it caress my cheeks.
It’s like a super power,
for the reaction it creates
It’s not natural,
It’s not human,
It just ain’t from this world.
Or maybe it’s an animal instinct,
a primitive reaction between us,
a magnetic force that bring us closer.
Whatever it might be
Whenever I’m with you
I’m barely human.
Kissed by a bottle
It’s one of those pitch black nights
all I see is a fading piece of moon
but the sky looks all gray and high
still I feel it’s gonna get good soon
Destiny can take us to some unexpected places
just to have fun playing our strings
and in this black night it was playing mines
but who am I kidding anyways?
I like to be given wings sometimes
It feels cold and lonely in this place
nothing to look for, nothing to hide
no one to talk to, or to be talked by
just a still, brown, tall, half empty, half full
bottle of whisky.
ah now this is good company!
I knew it was gonna get good
after all I haven’t been bad to karma
at least not recently that I remember
and I’m starting to feel comfortable
I didn’t forget where I was
I just didn’t care
I didn’t forget where this bottle belongs
I just wanted to think it was mine tonight
and I was ready to empty it
This is good whisky!
it comes so sweet to my lips
and feels so pleasant in my mouth
yet it heats my soul so strong
like it’s kissing me with passion
I close my eyes
and I feel the cruel intentions
this whisky was made for me
handcrafted by angels
to be drink by a mortal
yet I found the meaning of finite
in the bottom of this beautiful bottle
and like any good in life
I knew it’d come to an end
I stood thinking about it though
where it came from where did it go
why does it still burn my throat
and why it still haunt my thoughts
as I get out of this space and into reality
Tears in the sky 