Artimor

[bheriya]

I’m angry at myself, I beg, and I pray, That my foolishness will wane And disappear some day.

artimor

[bheriya]

Maybe too much thinking Has strengthened my mind Because now the things I feel Have long been sidelined.

artimor

[bheriya]

I’ll tell you my secret, But be warned, it’s all I own: I can’t remember your blue eyes, but I Remember how we moaned.

artimor ||that thursday in january||

[bheriya]

I don't hope you're happy Or fulfilled, or at peace. I hope you ache like starving men At jolly kings' feasts Only when your heart is torn, and split, and wrecked Will my own begin to heal, And will its fragile strings mend

artimor ||taking the high road does nobody good||

[bheriya]

I'm done even pretending You haven't got a clue, I'm finished always having An excuse prepared for you. I'm done because I can't Let you bleed me anymore I'm finished because your indiference Has scarred me to my core.

artimore

[bheriya]

It's not exactly that I'd rather Never know the way you feel, It's just as soon as you kiss me, love, This daydream will be real. And its not that I don't want that, That's not exactly what it is, It's just, what if all we share Ends with that one kiss?

artimor

[bheriya]

I'll tell you my secret, But be warned, it's all I own: I can't remember your blue eyes, but I Remember how we moaned.

artimor ||that thursday in january||

[bheriya]

I'm sorry that I called In the middle of the night Just to hear your voice and then To cause some sort of fight. I know it's not my place And I know I have no right But the words I ache to tell you Can't exist in the daylight.

artimor

[bheriya]

She owns an awful lot of angry thoughts Shaped like arrow heads And it often makes me think She’d make a great poet; She’s the perfect amount of Cruel

artimor

[bheriya]

Well the secret is That vodka flows straight down Into the little ocean That sits in place of her ribs And surrounds her lungs And her sorrow swims In that sea And drowns between Each and every Wave.

artimor

[bheriya]

Sometimes I think it’d all be worth it, If I only knew That you spent all night wide awake Thinking of me too.

artimor

[bheriya]

His eyes, I thought, were oceans, New and fickle. But it turns out, They’re more like storms, Angry and demanding.

artimor

[bheriya]

Don't tell her To say everything on Her mind When you frown at Every second word And tell her She's Imagining things And Don't act as if You're old enough To deal with matters For adults And worse Don't treat her like a child As if She hasn't lived For eons more Than you

artimor

[bheriya]

her soul is sort of silver and her eyes are rather blue her smile is almost diamond lined whenever she's with you

//happiness// (artimor)

[bheriya]

I wish to own a rocket ship And sail up towards the Unknown Not to see the sun or stars, But to finally find a home.

artimor

[bheriya]

She hardly knows What she means When she says 'I love you' So how could you Possibly Believe her?

artimor

[bheriya]

children of the universe have starry eyes, it's true but all those silent sweeping skies paints them rather blue

artimor