Something or Other and Then Some

Something or Other and Then Some

A Poem by Subliminal Silence

through a hurting and scratched eye
in the dark with the music a little too loud
but i don't care
i'm confessing my love to you
in the darkness, where the light will always lose
i feel the insides begin to burn
with the anticipation of those three words
that are thrown around like marbles
but mean so much more from your lips
and when nothing makes sense of it, i smile and whisper
my confessions of sins and debacles
my pains and personality dysfunctions
and here i am, for all the world to see
devoting my love to only you
when the world wants to bite and claw me apart
you are the one who'll make it all well
all better and perfect
in your arms
confessing the love i have for you until three in the morning
and it's all i want, to hear your voice
in the dark, keeping the monsters at bay
safe and sound and snug as a bug in a rug
safe forever, in each others arms in the dark
when all the shadows come to life
they'll never be able to touch us, those demons of the silhouettes
in the crevices of our minds
the painful memories never quite forgotten
won't be able to do a thing when we're together
fighting the dragons in suits of armour
built by the love
in the heavens above and blow
these are the things
that will keep each of us safe
in each others arms
in the middle of the night
as we confess our love like nothing else in the world means anything

© 2008 Subliminal Silence


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i loved the write but the meaning escapes me ,,
where is the night light ,,smile wizthom

Posted 17 Years Ago



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Subliminal Silence
Subliminal Silence

Indianapolis, IN



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