I sing for you.
I sing in wait for you.
I sing away my pain,
In wait for you.
Tears may fall.
Tears may fall as I sing.
Tears may fall as I sing
The pain away.
Tears of love.
Tears of love and longing.
Tears of love and longing
Fall down my cheeks.
I long to see you.
I long to hear from you.
I long to see your smile,
And hear your laugh.
I long to love.
I long to love you.
I long to love you,
And have your love.
I can only hope.
I can only hope, you see.
I can only hope you see;
Understand me.
I sing with passion.
I sing with passion and hope.
I sing with passion and hope,
Only for you.
View User's Journal
The Mind
Mainly a record of my more interesting dreams that I was able to remember after waking up. (Apparently my uncontrollable confessions, as well. In the form of poetry. All to the same man.)
If the boy who draws
lets you look over his shoulder.
If the poet
smiles
and shows you her words.
If the girl who sings for the shower only,
hums a song
in front of you.
Know that you’re no longer a person
but the air
and dust
that fills their lungs.
When the world perishes,
and all things cease to exist,
you’ll remain inside an ink stain,
a paint brush,
a song.
— Alaska Gold
lets you look over his shoulder.
If the poet
smiles
and shows you her words.
If the girl who sings for the shower only,
hums a song
in front of you.
Know that you’re no longer a person
but the air
and dust
that fills their lungs.
When the world perishes,
and all things cease to exist,
you’ll remain inside an ink stain,
a paint brush,
a song.
— Alaska Gold