Für Mich

 Für Mich

~Miss A


Keeping you in mind, I'm all drenched in memories of you

One that I can't conquer to breakthrough,

Noticing that I'm here playing rhythms on the strings of your veins

Emerging through the nerves like growing roots of a tree

I thought that I was getting contaminated with what I decor as lifeline

Breathing in all air, in this vulnerable scent of you, hoping divine to see


I am thankful to my lord, who gave us eyes, for I long live the scene

To watch you, all the stress you furrow on your hood

To see you on the helm, to think that I'm in a crime

To capture all the moments I can strain, to relive each overtimes

Your essence in the aura of mine, a dream so overwhelming I shatter. 

That I so believe, what I'm getting into is so dense it matters.


Coming up to know if my love is fine, take my diamonds take my time,

It so appears, that I want to rapture, hold tight the slithering sand

Scared to know you might find me a creep,

Blood in my head, weakening me inside, my dearth my yearth my ether

Tangling in the web, being spun into an embroidery

That I forget connections that I have residing beneath me.


Take me home, sit beside me, tell me stories, of how you abide me

I will remember of the stands that slid right by me

What the think is that I have won you over me, is worth more

By losing the game I have achieved the delicacy known as victory

Granting me a wish, I hoped the most to assure

Tell me dear lady, this loophole takes me to an elegant harmony.


I'm infected with this happiness for darkness

Maybe it's the dystopia I've been looking for, seems like euphoria

The shades only lurk by the sides, the pathway channeled in roses

I forget to keep notes of the things I'm chasing

It just beats it, in the forest of my stranger-things

You only feel the presence of loneliness when you understand closure. 


I wish to be released from this saddening madness

But I see I am the one wanting it more, needing it more

Like an addiction it merges through my senses

A soft Ambreen breeze which politely bestows its touch

Moves me with it, as if it wants to whisper something of a secret

And it garnishes me in a direction so unknown, I follow it. 


I prick on the thorns, to dance in a ballet, spinning around in circles

Somewhere I feel the pain, but drunk in this melody, I can't help but locate it

Was it my foot, or was it my heart, I jumbled into a paradox?

And stumbled upon a Harlow, which mended my ways, twisted an arm.

You ask for a smile, all yours. What's mine there to keep,

I'm dumbfounded in all the literacy that flows by me. 


Didn't know the sickness I was looking for in my head was right in here

Earth a vicious place, said by all, gods, demons, and men rowing the boat

The sky does actually fall on the heads, it's stuck in the distance you can hold

And I'm afraid I won't be able to hang on this burden, and will be crushed

Fingers crossed I hope this ambition to live stays lit inside me

And your face makes this awaken in me every time there is. 


Mentor me in your light, I look for vision give me sight

If I get awry, if you see the fire glow red, hold me tight

The spring that you bring, when it turns into autumn, 

Just tell me the reality, make me differentiate with the realm of fake

My gut is getting wobbly, I might throw up, might just yet

Saw fire burning on ice, both keeping its venture, mending to live in.


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