#cyraaideen

[ashes-and-stardust]

I'm a dreamer always got my head in the clouds but you're the anchor that keeps my feet on the ground what if I float away while you're so far away will I leave the atmosphere and see space

You're my anchor by L.E.S.

[ashes-and-stardust]

But everybody knows it's all about the things that get stuck in your head. And you've been stuck there since day one. Tumbling around my brain, getting stuck all over the walls. Do you know what it's like to try to think a thought that's not tainted with your essence? Neither do I. Since day one you've been engraved in my senses. My fingers always reaching, always yearning to cling to yours. You're a vital organ and I am a person who is only complete when you are where I can reach out and run my fingers along the patterns of your skin. The way you smell is something I will never forget. I could swear it's part of my biological make-up, a part of my genes, my DNA. Just another thing to make sure I can never forget you. The way you look when you move so purposefully across the room. Or the way your eyes look when the sun hits them just right, I think you have a fire hidden in the pupil of your eyes. Or what about the way you look when you genuinely laugh; like there is not a trouble in the world and I can see your entire being glow, it's almost as if I can see your soul. Then there's the sound of your voice, like water running over the rocks; rough and beautiful at the same time. Can somebody tell me how such a conundrum is possible? How such a confusing sounds has become my favorite thing to fall asleep to. Can somebody tell me how it is you make my heart quiver and lungs ache? How you make my fingers itch to play you like a piano, coaxing a melody from your willing body. Can somebody explain the paradox to me, of how you make my entire body ache with need and yet make me so afraid to show you the real me? I don’t understand the way you make me feel, I don't understand at all. I think what I've been trying to say, since the beginning of this litany of words that describe you, is explain what you mean to me. But I got distracted describing what you are to me, and what you do to me. I got distracted trying to decipher my feelings, understand what you do to me. Yet, here I am, nearing the end of my musings, no closer to the answer than before. So, I'll close this account of lovely words with something simple, something easy to comprehend. I will forever love you.

A Litany of Words to You copyright@i-will-write-you-a-love-story

[ashes-and-stardust]

when you're in a room where time seems to stand still, in a building with innumerable doors, in a city with faceless people, in a state with too many buildings & not enough trees, in a country with broken dreams; it's as if time stretches on for infinity. But what is the point of infinity if all your dreams are broken? What is the point of infinity if you have no one to share it with? What is the point of infinity if you never leave the room you;re sitting in? What is the point of infinity, if you have nothing to live for?

i-will-write-you-a-love-story

[quote-a-lyric]

Hard to Love- Lee Brice Submitted by: **http://cyraaideen.tumblr.com/**

[ashes-and-stardust]

They're banging at my head pounding at my skull demons begging me for entrance begging for attention I tell them "be gone" they don't listen never have;"why start now?" They ask so glibbly but I want to, need to sleep and their clamouring for attention is driving my brain to distraction I can't sleep can't think all I can do is moan in pain I write some of it down and lay back down but four more demons take the place of the two that I put away I wish he was here lying next to me; whispering in my ear making the demons flee but he's not "will he ever be?" I wonder carelessly put that thought to rest and listen to the rest clamour for my attention as I try to rest but sleep is not eager to visit so I'll toss and turn until goblin hour has passed and even the owls have gone to bed then I'll go to sleep when the demons are too tired to think I'll sleep a few short hours wake up and start all over again

Goblin Hour by CyraAideen

[ashes-and-stardust]

I Want to Love You

I want to love you like they do in movies but I don’t want to come off as fake I want to love you like they do in books but I don’t want to be cliche I want to love you as a lover passionate and oh so madly I want to love you as a friend silly and always joking I want to love you as a wife loyal and always there I want to love you gently tracing patterns from your eyes to your chest I want to love you delicately kissing your eyelids softly as my eyelashes tickle your face I want to love you roughly back me into a wall, kiss me till I can’t breath I want to love you softly legs intertwined underneath the sheets I want to love you passionately clothes on the ground, tangled in the sheets In the end I just want you to know that I am so in love with you

[ashes-and-stardust]

You want to hear something cliche? I love you. Because you make me believe that there's such a thing as happily-ever-afters. You make me like myself more when I'm with you. And all I want is to grow old with you. Did I run you away? Was that too cliche? Too sugary sweet? I'll say it one more time. You want to hear something cliche? I love you. Forever and always.

CyraAideen

[ashes-and-stardust]

Sitting next to you radio blaring the wind whipping through our hair the world flashing by 50 miles an hour wheels screeching pink & orange sky the sun's setting & the moon's rising your hand in mine fingers locked, thumb tracing patterns under the starry sky everyone's watching soft smiles, stolen kisses teacher's clearing their throats but all I can see is you

"All I See" by CyraAideen