Until_It_Sleeps

That Night; My Darling, Fate'll Be Ours To Decide These frosted backdrops begin to form on the passenger window, Another sign of cold clashing with the heat we long to radiate, The two extremities kept seperate by such a fragile existence, While the temperature between us ceases to remain comfortable, Our hearts infactuous altitudes were subdued by greater depths. And while the snow condensed heavier upon glass resembling pearls, It was then that our future leaped from the grasp we'd held tight, Quickly chasing it downwards; I'd caught hold of your trailing hand, And slowly squeezed tighter; As if to never let you leave that seat, For tonight; We're the deathly frigid concrete stretched out for miles. Inside; The vents proceed in desperatly creating more false heat, Pumping in its life; So that we can extract however much we desire, While the atmosphere beyond my fingertips reaches another record low, And it led me to wonder; Much like when I'm distracted by your stare, Was that lingering warmth felt shrouding every aspect of the moment; Truely the result of two burning souls? Or artificially manufactured, Even our most elaborate machines can never comprehend loves growing pains, A single emotion; A longing of what once could have been so possible, Steadily multiplying to well up within me; Presenting millions of 'what if's', That very moment; I swear I felt the grope of a hand upon my shoulder, Proving to merely be a request for me to pull to the roads gravel border, Focus diverted from obstacles ahead; And into her equally alarming eyes, As the clock refreshes over the countlessly consumed minutes that pass. Completely oblivious to the surroundings blackened by an opaque windshield, This uninterupted; Seamless aura embraced the interior in it's entirety, As the music seemed to fade on cue; To a subtle contribution of the moment, The next track started as we both inhaled to calm our racing gasps for breath, Reality had ceased its approach ten miles back; Refuelling to follow our journey, And there we sat; Burning uncontrollably as the needle bordered boldened letters, Who clearly stated 'Empty', But were shrouded by the darknesses receeding illumination, We waited in idle for our delayed companion to resume control of our lives courses, But the engine sputtered of starvation; And it's soothing rumble soon came to a halt, As we were left in the night with only each others hold to offer any form of comfort. That night; My darling, Fate'll ours to decide.

Let loose the river torrent; Unleashing what cannot be contained, Those responsible linger back, Unable to hide their apparent shame, The redened streams burst then flow; Lapping ever so soothingly, Apart from you they dash calmly towards your infectious gravity, Drifting onwards by the weights of consequences that we surely know, And where the red formed then pooled; Bloody rivers ceased their flow, Convinced to part ways with dreams of achieving something more, While the sun ejects seamless rays upon us; Filled with seething apathies, We cannot help but defend ourselves; In a war without bullets; Just fallacies Haha... All I could think of on the spot, back to the song I'm writing...

Saya Cinta Kamu Moonlight cascading; Illuminating the passengers seat, Black fabrics meshing; Focused into a subtle backdrop, To highlight her brown hair; The radiance of her skin, Staring upon her like sailors search the nights stars, Lost in the mysteries clouding her cacao brown eyes, Her lips lusher than the entangled jungle he explores, But modernization yet again raises it's luminousity, Glares of headlights offering a flash to his future, Unable to focus and see what lies ahead in his path, When the green signs all point to the wrong directions, A stolen glance to his right; Her beauty still present, Fear and bordom syphoning away at their receeding morale, Longing to extend a hand; To embrace what he most desires, But the borders of seperation expand their domains, Fingers outstretched; Clockwise turns to the volume dial, Hands shaking; The tremors buried beneath rubber wheels, If only he could catch just a fraction of her attention, His image as eluded as the car in this calm evenings haze, Beyond mist and uncertainty her silohette remains clear, A white sweatshirt glistening brighter than the arctic sun, With a face of beauty, That was only rivalled by her body, Nothing else mattered; Except for her as the fog rolled in, Contemplating destinations; Never allowing the nights end. Diamond yellow signs warning "Danger: Slippery when wet", Placed too far along the winding freeways rocky shoulder, Stripped tire treads weren't enough to persuade inevibility, Gaurdrails gained proximity as the right view mirror stole his focus, Her image consumed his perceptions of what lie in their wake, As the words "Objects In Mirror May Be Closer Than They Appear", Framed her image, And concentrated it so clearly into his eyes, Her brown iris's collided and locked; Indirectly yet assuringly, As he eased the car back into the median of the freeway. I made this pretty strange and obscure, just to get a new plot that hasn't really been done before. Feedback definitely welcomed.