In Lyrical Flight

[thisbirdhasflown11]

"I really, really like writing songs. Capote wrote every day. He said that's the only way, you have to sit down every day and do it…Something that's written out is okay, but it's not always a clear indication of what a person means." ~ Debbie Harry

[thisbirdhasflown11]

11:11

When at last in the afterlife, you reached level twelve That place in eternity where souls must depart To find new vessels; fresh beginnings and a bright new start You kissed my forehead and touched my heart Took my hand and said,

"It won't be long; I'm just a kiss away Remember this right now, today We never die I'll find you in moments, though in disguise You will see through the veil And when you are alone in a raging sea Especially then you will know it's me.

Wait for me softly, let patience be your guide Meanwhile, live your life and be happy, Stray far from those who crucify Only let in positive light because real love knows no fight Promise me this, and trust that it will be alright"

I've sought to heed your whispered, sound advice And I've found love not once, but twice Through these streets, where dreams and sorrows intertwine I search for solace, while hope heals this rueful heart of mine

What I want you to know, even amidst the chaos, And with every step, I yearn and strive I keep you alive But still, I find myself all alone In this ugly City of Life

and then...

In a dirty steel dome Way up high in a smog filled sky I sat and cried There is no safe place to call home

[heistcunning]

The cruelest part of love is how sweetly it kills you.

[m00wd]

The most beautiful poems are written through tears.

—M00wd

[hometoursandotherstuff]

[heatherwitch]

Here’s the uncropped version with the artist’s name on it (GOTTE - Instagram)

[nightvaleofficial]

[prispls]

“show me all your scars, your worst sins and your deepest fears. let me in and let me love you in spite of it all.”

— prispls, 09.11.2025, 12:39am.

[luvdeadd]

[themasterofalchemy-deactivated2]

Only

At night I wonder where you lay your head. In the morning I ponder if you make your bed.

I don't know these trivial things, I only know I love you,

I know only you make me sing

My masked phantom who sends me dreams; The angel of music singing bittersweet melodies. I would run to you if only you would let me, Yet you only sigh and say, "let her mind wander, my little Lotte."

During the day I wonder if I have lost my mind, I hear you laughing somewhere, "if not yet, only a matter of time."

A poet that does not reflect makes Shelley roll in her grave. I'm not fond of being haunted by ghosts but my phantom love, it is only you I crave.

So I spend every second of every day singing the songs you have written. I wait for your harmony but only find silence echoing in the walls of this prison.

At night I wonder how you would hold me. In the morning I find my voice is tired and shaky.

I don't know anything.

I only know I love you.

I know only you make me sing.