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Hallucinate
A tab of confusion and a mind full of illusion.
Caused by delusion from the most perfect human.
Who leaves me fuming, my mind moving, and my garden blooming.
The growing fear of loosing an existence so pure makes me resistant…
To be persistent and trusting my gut that I have what it takes.
To pour every ounce of my being in to eyes that shine of honey lakes.
That drown my soul and swallow me whole.
Dripping colors from your pores and electric vibrations from behind closed doors.
I can’t grasp on to anything but the reflections of your face.
Im falling through space and melting in your atmosphere.
A wave of everything I fear.
Every breath of you feels hallucinating.
Twisting and pulling at the image I’m creating.
When I come down will it cause me to flee?
As I lay down in this galaxy and exhale the final touch of ecstasy.
This trip is becoming exhausting and a bit haunting.
To be draped in everything that could be, while it’s being painted right in front of me.
Am I asking for too much?
Just the occasion touch..
To run my fingers through your hair, and just simply be there.
Showing you the stars and making them ours.
Watering your garden and growing roses in your brain.
And holding you while we’re going insane.
A beautiful vision of pain.
Caused by delusion from the most perfect human.
Who leaves me fuming, my mind moving, and my garden blooming.
The growing fear of loosing an existence so pure makes me resistant…
To be persistent and trusting my gut that I have what it takes.
To pour every ounce of my being in to eyes that shine of honey lakes.
That drown my soul and swallow me whole.
Dripping colors from your pores and electric vibrations from behind closed doors.
I can’t grasp on to anything but the reflections of your face.
Im falling through space and melting in your atmosphere.
A wave of everything I fear.
Every breath of you feels hallucinating.
Twisting and pulling at the image I’m creating.
When I come down will it cause me to flee?
As I lay down in this galaxy and exhale the final touch of ecstasy.
This trip is becoming exhausting and a bit haunting.
To be draped in everything that could be, while it’s being painted right in front of me.
Am I asking for too much?
Just the occasion touch..
To run my fingers through your hair, and just simply be there.
Showing you the stars and making them ours.
Watering your garden and growing roses in your brain.
And holding you while we’re going insane.
A beautiful vision of pain.
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