Ouvre moi ton coeur, Open your heart to me, Montre moi les details, Show me the details, Qui composent ton être, That create who you are, Intime de ton histoire, Intimate of your story, Inconnu de la mienne. Yet unknown in mine.
Our lives are canvases We will paint’em right up Awake, in our dreams Grab my hands we will waltz ’till our sore feet ache, And our hearts can’t take Come right here and kiss me, I will be there for you , I tell you, you will see .
“There they were In their hearts Somewhere As if they had always belonged there”
Maybe that wasn’t love. It was just a meeting Of two souls, Two lonely roads crossing And sharing a moment.
It hurt her to know that she would never feel His arms around her again, she considered, But it was a higher relief to be off That straining roller coaster of highs and lows.
Sometimes it feels like you are with me Out of misplaced duty, not out of want. You don’t owe me anything. You want out? Just go. I will be better off on my own Than with unrequited love gripping At my hand and clawing at my heart.
There is so much I see, So much care, So much beauty, So much potential, That it diverts my gaze. Once I notice it, It starts to pop up, And spread All around me.
I was living cheerfully in a bright world Lit in nuances of grey With glitters on the ground That I could not see You knocked, and grabbed my bubble, You shook it up, smiling Causing the sky to fire up With sparkling specks,
Bodies asking and answering each other’s moves. Heat rising, skins gently brushing, pressing. Weightless figure floating, adjusting.
Sun-filled day, Light breeze Breathing through branches, Caressing my skin, Nurturing my soul.
Paths crossed, shifting lights, Leaf swirling by diverts eyes. Another love’s lost.
Senses heightened. Mind aware. I let him get close. So close… It feels like I can’t tell Where he ends and where I start. Thus our story begins.