Bliss Mess-Lovely Dream

by Gaby   Sep 11, 2011


I never get tired of hearin your voice. Seenin your face. Its kind of a maze, this intricate bliss mess that we've created. But here we'll lie, in our mess, playing with the stars, realigning the world. Pretending that we know. that we understand the extent, of this bliss mess.

But its okay, thats why we got every day, to wake up and make our ways. I mean, I might not get this, this lovely dream. But I know that this just might be, as we see.

It might just be a blissful dream, an unreal seam, stitched by the hands higher than we, meant to let us be, and tying us together in this dream. But its crazy, you try and blink it away, but its kind of hazy. Nothings clear, you wanna walk forward but you got your hands out in front to support you, tryin to feel your way, not knowing the time of day.

But were in too deep, jumped too far, falling too hard. Its kind of scary, when I move to cover my eyes, feelin too weary- I feel you,takin me in, holdin my hands, grabin me tight, telling me it'll all be alright.

"I'll never be like them." And I dont gatta believe it, cuz I know it. Your nothing like them, not even close to the stem, which their black heart grew from.

Your the equivalent to gold, rare and precious. We speak; you use a voice that makes me go weak, that would make even the most senile come to, honey sweet times two. Watch us pretend, act like we wont ever bend. Like were so tough, and we dont care. But heres the stare, in your eyes i could find my soul. the one you stole the moment I opened that door.

Baby its clear, like crystal, youll see my tears, but not cuz you make me sad, not because of the fear, but cuz were that near, and id let you go where no ones veered. Id let you see,all the way, deep inside me.

I dont know how this can be, its no dream, its as it seems, all of this you mean to me.

Its a blissful mess, that i wouldnt wish away; not for all the dreams of yesterday.

Because for now your my lovely dream, a high quality reality.

And ima lie in this mess, twisted and tied, to your eyes.

But I wont turn my gaze, cuz I wanna die in this daze.

Forever more Ima spend my days, lost in this mess, cuz it truly is, the best bliss that i dont wanna ever miss..

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