no words but you

[caelycate]

why is it that all my words, are words of love?

love takes many shapes
and breaks them too
but the one on my mind
is the one that takes place between me
and between you

i sicken myself
i binge and purge
on these romantic sentiments

i can be the sunset and the night fall
and everything that happens in between

i can be every atom, every fiber
of everything that has come and gone
and all those things yet to even exist
haven't you heard that we are all nothing
and therefore we are all
everything?

i have, but apparently that hasn't sunk in yet
because sometimes it seems
that all i can be
is someone who can't see anything else
in anyone or anything
but you

[caelycate]

dreams

this is what dreams are made of
the paper pieces separating you
from her

in slumber they are torn
they fragment
into the congregation of virgin lips

and then the sun
spills over the aching land
like an egg in the east

the light seeps into the cracks
where the truth still lurks

but like a child's game
we skip over them

this is what dreams are made of
the dangerous playground
where we play pretend

where we play it perfect
unassuming
but still we know
even the moon has its craters too

like a secret language
it pulls us in
to the vein of the tides
to the circles and the squares

naked
there is no where to hide

this is what dreams are made of
memories like a patchwork quilt
you are sewn in
like others before
but still you remain

different from all the rest
played like marbles
in the shadows of her mind

the lines in lovers' palms run deep
she wants you to bleed into hers
so bruised
so innocent
so pathetic
so used

this is what dreams are made of
where desires are born
only to dwindle away
with the river of rushing days

this time, when the laugh starts to sting
she'll just take a breath
and dig into her dreams

the simplicity of your smile
the reflection in your eyes
they play the stage of her refuge now

draw me with your eyes
with your beautiful hands

porcelain, pure
like my longing for you

i am her, i am she

this is what dreams are made of
where we make sense

this is what dreams are made of
where we are colored beautiful
true

where the roses always bloom
and the checkers fade away
no one is jaded here
no on is cliche

here, where i can be in your arms
and no one is counting the numbers
that separate you from me
and mine from yours

this is what dreams are made of
a secret place, tucked
deep inside my mind
my thoughts, my hopes, my prayers
they are dirtied
and you are their star

this is what dreams are made of
of her and him, or me and you

this is what dreams are made of
until we wake up