Colliding, Madly

It was just a kiss.

that’s all it was meant to be.

A beautiful collision shared between two friends.

A rare union that would fade once liquid courage had sworn off it’s magical tendency to spark the intimate.

But taking romantic connectiivity lightly was something I had never been Attuned to.

We did feel connected, right? Was it just me? Did you feel it too?

It was perhaps a brief glimpse at what could’ve been, had time and circumstance afforded us different fates.

To you it must’ve been casual. A good time had amidst the haze of celebratory libations.  But to me it sparked nostalgic residuals, swelling up every glinting light of love I’ve tried to keep dim.

 And while our souls touched through parted lips, I knew in my deepest of logic that this sudden passion would regress as quickly as it had come, for you will always have eyes for another. Even if you and physics assert your freedom. 

But that hope laden piece of me still entertained what I knew was fantasy as a possible kinetic reaction, enthralling the universe to plant a seed of love in your heart. 

It might have been that moment of inertia on the dance floor as our eyes locked, yours speaking something that resembled love, mine mirrored in longing and encouragement. 

Might it all have been flirtatious affectation, in a fog of liquor and lust? 

It would seem so. Bc when morning came. The only buzz I felt between us was a conjoined headache of blistering proportions, and the familiar vibrations of platonics.

 And I truly knew then, 

that it was just kiss.

 And that’s all it would ever be. 

A beautiful collision shared between friends,

 rare and pure, 

like fleeting moments of clarity in the minds of those madly in love. 

  
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“Boiling”- Disclosure

 

Music Monday.

 

Somethin’ is boilin’, boilin’ in me
Someone is toyin’, toyin’ with me
It won’t get out, it won’t stop
It don’t move out, it won’t leave
It won’t get out, it won’t stop
It don’t move out

I need it now, eyy
I need it now, eyy

I need it now, eyy
I need it now, eyy

Someone’s ignorin’, ignorin’ defeat,
But the taste of your poison,
your poison is sweet, so sweet

He won’t give up, and I won’t up and go
I don’t know how
He won’t give up, and I won’t up and go
He’s had enough, I won’t leave

He won’t give up, but I won’t up and go
I don’t know how
He won’t give up, but I won’t up and go
He’s had enough

I need it now, oooh ohhh
I need it now, ohh whoa-oh
I need it now, ohh whoa-oh
I need it now, eyyy

Took my heart and kept it
Now my wounds are setting
There’s no choice I could do
I’ve become so reckless
All my love’s affected
With the remnants of you
You

I need it now, eyyy

Ohh

Middle Of Things, Beautiful Wife (Sango)

Oooh, yeah oh oh
Big old dreams in real life
Crown king and this beautiful wife

we don’t like to sit in our throne, no
Truth beats all, we’re never home.

Maybe because there is
a whole world just waiting for us,
Many things created by the God we trust.

And It’s a shame, it’s a shame
We don’t even sleep in hotels,
We’ve been in the plane,
On the plane

I wanna go to London, Tokyo, Paris , LA!
New York, China Town, Sydney, Spain!
London, Tokyo, Paris , LA
New York, China Town, Sydney, Spain!
Oh!

Right there in the middle of the things
Right there in the middle of the things with me.
Right there in the middle of the things It’s you, oh!
OK.
Right there in the middle of the things
Right there in the middle of the things with me.
Right there in the middle of the things It’s you, uuuh!

Read more:  Sango – Middle Of Things, Beautiful Wife Lyrics | MetroLyrics

Heartbeats

One night to be confused

One night to speed up truth

We had a promise made

Four hands and then away

 

Both under influence

We had divine scent

To know what to say

Mind is a razor blade
To call for hands of above

To lean on

Wouldn’t be good enough

For me, no
One night of magic rush

The start a simple touch

One night to push and scream

And then relief
Ten days of perfect tunes

The colors red and blue

We had a promise made

We were in love
To call for hands of above

To lean on

Wouldn’t be good enough

For me, no
To call for hands of above

To lean on

Wouldn’t be good enough
And you, you knew the hands of the devil

And you, kept us awake with wolf teeth

Sharing different heartbeats

In one night
To call for hands of above

To lean on

Wouldn’t be good enough

For me, no
To call for hands of above

To lean on

Wouldn’t be good enough

For me, no

Pills

it has been harder than normal to swallow my regret today. and something is in the corner of my mouth, and I think it’s a pill i just can’t seem to get down. It taste like fear but has the sensation of disappointment. But something about the way it is stuck in the back of my throat kind of tastes like self loathing. I’m usually good at taking medicine. It was been uncommonly hard to swallow these pills today. And the lump in my throat just keeps getting bigger. I need to find a way to swallow. Because these emotions are escaping their hiding place and falling out of my mouth at a rate that is alarmingly rapid.