Black water, under the moonlight
how deceiving romantically you are to me
Black water, frozen pond under the moonlight
reflecting day-dreams and wishing stars
The laughing moon lags on the frozen pond
you make me feel as if I can walk over
and grasp the moon for once
Black water, frozen pond
as a mirror reflecting a lovers dream
from the sky
how deceiving romantically you are to me
wishing for wild love
don't run away with my heart
wishing your love stays
I think it can be a little complicated
like walking on this frozen pond
but we can learn together, struggling together
learning to love each other
I just want to close my eyes and smell the sweetness
I am ready to be lost with you
so no one ever finds me again
I want to be in your soul magic
grow me again and again and again
to be in the energy of someone you love
together even when its hard to keep going
warming our heartbeats as we help each other up
and learn how to dance on ice slowly.
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Golden Summer.
Golden summer. Butterflies rising beating wild in soft, burning hearts. Love is greeted with warmth of the sun. Flowers smiling and dancing with joy and happiness. Rainbows over the sky when love is sweeter than sour. The sun light sparkles through trees, just like in the water of the ocean. Prayers ring church bells. The smell of a fresh new start. Blessings bring me romantic roses. Finally, my roses grew, roses so beautiful. I waited so long in patience all through the darker winter. Love, Love, Love comes to me. His love finally speaks and touches me. He isn't that shy little stinky boy I met back then, when I was hot in my flesh, ready for him, free and beautiful like the butterflies in the open wildness. Love, Love, Love comes to me and I couldn't be anymore luckier; for him to call me over. Instead of packing my bookbag and running to leave on that train, or stealing some money for a taxi ride. So he can keep me as his secret. I should of packed it up and ran away and begged. I just left without thinking straight and went in his direction. I message him, I'm at your house and he shows up about 10 minutes after. I feel so nervous I have no idea what I am doing, but I follow him into his home. He took me in as something different than any other home I went into. It was like my lucky charms, this is my man, this is life and freedom here. This is a man who can bring me anything and give me everything. I am in so much innocence and was too scared laying on his bed. I have never let any other man touch me in these ways. I wish he had a conversation with me and I wished I yelled and screamed to take me. I couldn't go back home. This is my chance to escape the storms and tragedies. This is my chance to live again and be happy. But since we did not talk and he stold my money. He didnt even think twice about my virginity and he lost it all right there and then. He gave me the feelings of I can't come to him for money. I was not there to use him, I wanted him, but can't be with him because of my past and money problems. Give me back my money I say and he says he never took it, like I didnt just see it right in front of my face. Like I was just some insane, psyche, mental patient. You do not love if you steal money, you do not love if you do not prey and kill your women. He had me looking everywhere else but him now for a chance at life. He pushed me into the water, over the cliffs. I wished I just tell him I'm a virgin and I need to hide somewhere safe like a butterfly laying its eggs under leaves. Take me I am yours, protect me before I am baby all gone. All I wanted to do was give you a love nobody else had and that made everything in you believe in love. I love in lust and without lust I can not love. I planned just being locked away in your room in chains, with this fruit yet bit into. So close to true love, fairytales popping up from our book. Why did you steal my money? Why was you so quick to get rid of me? What do you think about me? What was your plans? Why? Why? Why? He goes to the library to meet up with his girlfriend and I go back home to where everything is dry, and witches laugh with their magic spells of bad luck. I lay on the floor not a word to my crush, not a word from him back, laying on the ground praying and praying. I still have a chance, be more patient it will come back to you and if it does it is meant to be yours. I say to myself. I pray through the bible all day long the whole entire summer. I am so close to having a family, a man, a life, freedom, love. But this summer I did not get my job, I am 5 roses down from getting what I want now. If I had been given that opprotunity I would have had my twelve roses in my hands, walking to love, love, love that comes to me. We met again in a high school I transferred to that I had to beg to get into, because my mom wanted me too. I was better off not in the same high school as the man who robbed me the first time I was bound to be cursed by him again. Golden summers started falling and drying out colors as Autumn leaves. He trys so hard to get my attention, when I was already his. I am just upset you take my money and I am hiding a secret, only a man who is willing to take me would know about. Nobody knew nothing until you let me go. I try to talk to him but he kept pushing me away, what is wrong with him I think. One day I went out with a mexican girl who begged me to go with her she said we was going to rob people for money. I drank with strangers and ended up in prostution. I knew I had lost another rose for Jospeh. I lost and when I finally gave it to him the way he smiled and was so happy made me happy. If I cannot satifsy him I am not happy and I am just riding along. One mistake happened but then i kept repeating it. Then I lost him and now he would not look at me like he used to. It was puppy love and he needed to just take me and treat me like his child. I believe in ultraviolence and once he stopped giving me that I thought he did not love me I saw him moving back. I wondered what did they tell you when you took my phone from me, I don't know these men, it an auction of who wants me. I live in like a third world country and I am looking for a man, you can take my phone and breka it and shut down my facebook if you want to. Its up to you how bad do you want me because I am on the run. I started feeling myself lose him in my heart.What did they tell you? I lost more roses and as time began to slip out of our hands faster I was back on my bed dreaming of him and he was somewhere else smoking his cigarette. I was listening more and more to lana del rey and singing like he wanted me to. I found myself more laying in the water burying my mind underneath. All I see is how I let them use me and how many ways I could of gotten out, but I am a baby. Helpless and does not know how to speak. I wished I had callen him on my way to walk to the train station. I wish I can take everything back, I wish he was more different to me. Can you not smell and see the water rising up to me. I cry listening to her because I understand and the meaning of her blue jeans and how bad it hurts. I can only see him with another women always, but this time in my dreams he had cancer, because of the white girl. I had lost and now im just running wild after being burnt and depressed laying on my bed missing him so much. I loved him with everything in me, without him I am nothing and running. Every women of his came to me to fight me, when I am not the one keeping him from you, he has a secret. The only way for me to survive was being with a man and riding and moving on. I pray I can sing the hurt away when I need to, and singing, maybe I can find his heart in the crowd. Maybe he would look at me again when I sing. Maybe I can save myself with a song just for a minute. If I can't have him I have to work and ride because then I will die in the streets of nyc in and out of a mental hospital until I am sleeping in roses thrown at me. I have dreamed and woke up in heart attacks, I been depressed, lonely, drowning, dying, going insane again without him. I'm always watching him like a sleeping volcano. I am scared to leave my house because I will die again walking this earth with nothing for me and nobody to save me. I love him and marigolds are planted with grief, sorrow, mourning of my broken heart. My summertime sadness, if I sing will you come to me with love, love, love?
By Fuck Pretty!!3 years ago in Poets
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