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Posts tagged By Will Ackroyd

I showed you my scars.
And I cut them open, to let you inside the wounds,
just so you could understand,
Everything I went through before you were there
to kiss them
better.

When you left, they opened again,
and now I’m learning to stop the bleeding.
It spills through my fingers like sand in the wind,
or like ashes of a love burnt out.

(Source: oldsoulparadise)

every night, you would
kiss me
if i needed it or not.

the night time is my
home
because i am in love
with black skies, bright stars
and the ever beaming moon.

cigarettes and old deodorant,
and your musky scent,
i would drown in your bed, in
your skin,
those memories live with me.

Wind in my hair will
forever be,
your beautiful fingers
running over my soul

(Source: oldsoulparadise)

So many words in my mind,
soul.
They clamour and fight to be said.
Where do they go once they are free?
They linger, and fade; or do they continue on
and become a part of the ever echo
that we hear when we
sleep, or dream
of love.

(Source: oldsoulparadise)

oldsoulparadise:

I feel like I’ve become a shadow of a shadow.
I look at my reflection and feel about as shallow.
If ever I give in bury my body in the meadow,
I will feed the flowers with the ashes of my marrow.

Please give me direction, my view is far too narrow,
I’ve never been so lost I just keep staring at the gallows,
Save me from the grey, help me see the morrow,
Breathe air into my lungs else they drown me in my sorrow.

The morning rays can bring me back,
the stars will scar my soul.
The good kind to look back on and know that I might grow.
The tattoos on my body drawn with blades and scrapes,
they leave a map of this life that I have lived and fought and made.
And you might be beside me, if I had been so wise.
To love you as you loved me, each morning, noon and night.
I never gave you much, I can only say I’m sorry.
You gave me your heart and in return I gave my body.
I cannot change the past but the future’s in my hands.
For you I will become the man I need to be, and kill the boy I am.

I feel like I’ve become a shadow of a shadow.
I look at my reflection and feel about as shallow.
If ever I give in bury my body in the meadow,
I will feed the flowers with the ashes of my marrow.

Please give me direction, my view is far too narrow,
I’ve never been so lost I just keep staring at the gallows,
Save me from the grey, help me see the morrow,
Breathe air into my lungs else they drown me in my sorrow.

The morning rays can bring me back,
the stars will scar my soul.
The good kind to look back on and know that I might grow.
The tattoos on my body drawn with blades and scrapes,
they leave a map of this life that I have lived and fought and made.
And you might be beside me, if I had been so wise.
To love you as you loved me, each morning, noon and night.
I never gave you much, I can only say I’m sorry.
You gave me your heart and in return I gave my body.
I cannot change the past but the future’s in my hands.
For you I will become the man I need to be, and kill the boy I am.

(Source: oldsoulparadise)

Well I saw the first drop bleed from your beautiful head
and it was all I could do to let a tear go from mine.
I tried and I tried but there was nothing I could do
to bring the life back to your eyes.

The scars on your hips grew over time,
And you just got more sad. But my love,
I promise you are all I ever had that made me smile,
And I just don’t know how I’ll find the strength
to curl these lips when you are gone.

Every day I build a shrine to you.
Every day I try to shine for you,
But it’s just not the same when there’s no blue
irises for me to lose myself in each night.

And I’m trying to rebuild this life,
but it falls to pieces every time the sun goes down.
My bed feels cold and empty, even though it’s full of every single memory
I’ll never touch again. Your voice still echoes in the morning rays
when the birds sit on the sill and sing me to life,
just like you always used to.

Every day I build a shrine to you.
Every day I try to shine for you,
But it’s just not the same when there’s no blue
irises for me to lose myself in each night.

Well I don’t know if we’ll ever meet again.
I tell myself it has to happen, because when I close my eyes,
I feel one step closer to you. I try and I try not to listen to this knife,
But my god do I hear him calling.

One day I will hold you in my arms. One day, I will hold you in my arms.
Because if I just cease to exist there’s nothing keeping me alive.

I will tell you all the stories of the life I spent down here,
Just as long as you tell me about the ones you had up there.
My love, some days I just can’t do this.
You’re in every little thing around me but it hurts so much to be apart.
And this might go on for fifty years.

I don’t want to write love songs to an empty grave.

(Source: oldsoulparadise)

Shoots from cinders watered with blood,
this forest grew from every single time I ever lost a love.
a smile with a tear in your eye as thoughts of us go by each night.
You’re alive and well but dead towards the man I have become,
when you meant so much to the boy I was.
I blow a kiss to the past and pray you’re well.
These scars will forever belong to the girl you were,
and thoughts of the woman you have become.
I will forever miss a part of you, my nostalgic love.

I’m well aware you’re breaking down, it’s been happening for years.
These days I’m not allowed to help, I haven’t been in touch but still I can’t let go.
but even from a distance, I will brush away the tears that I can reach.
I still know your soul, for parts of that you openly showed.
I wished you well as you stabbed my eyes,
I kissed your head as you began to cut me out.
I still try to soothe your ghost, even though you’re just a memory.

You touched a part of me that will live forever,
the parts of me that you awoke will belong to you until I am whole once more.
I am living in the shadow of a true love, of a true wing, of a truthful song,
when your voice still echoes in every note of every tune we ever shared, every time it haunts me so.
I’m still working, I’m still working on truly letting every part you ever brought to life.
I am still working on letting go.

I am working on letting go, my only love, and her living ghost. 

(Source: oldsoulparadise)

oldsoulparadise:

October is quiet.
the birds are cold, they sing less.
they huddle in their nests made with beaks and love.
and whisper their songs to unborn lovers.

The sun is warm, but the clouds are strong.
Those touched by the wind hold back a shiver.
October is a month for open windows,
thick blankets, and beds to share.

the one beside you, naked and warm,
or the one in your memories, lost but still loved.

October is quiet. 

October is quiet.
the birds are cold, they sing less.
they huddle in their nests made with beaks and love.
and whisper their songs to unborn lovers.

The sun is warm, but the clouds are strong.
Those touched by the wind hold back a shiver.
October is a month for open windows,
thick blankets, and beds to share.

the one beside you, naked and warm,
or the one in your memories, lost but still loved.

October is quiet. 

(Source: oldsoulparadise)

She is, a little bit shy,
but that’s just one more thing that gets me high,
about her. She is the nicest thing that’s in my life.

She loves her job just a little too much,
And sometimes I am scared to be in love.
But I know, this one, this one I can trust.

He is, the most incredible guy,
When he smiles his face crinkles at the eyes.
It’s like he, can’t with hold all the joy that is inside.

He makes sure that I enjoy this life,
We go on adventures all the time.
Shows me, how this world can be so nice.

I don’t know, how to define love.
But when I am with her.
Silence is enough.

I don’t know, how to define love.
But when I am with him.
Silence is enough. 

(Source: oldsoulparadise)

And the arms of emotion washed over me.
I felt myself drowning, but they all heard me scream.
The scars on my eyelids, started to bleed,
I heard you calling my name, as my soul was released.

I reached for your halo, but it slipped from your head,
The wings on your back, sewn on with thread.
I thought you could save me, I’ve got nothing left,
I gave all to the angels that left me for dead.

I paint the floor crimson,
I hope it stains,
Soon I’ll be gone,
but my corpse will remain. 

(Source: oldsoulparadise)

I listen to the stars and sky and chirping crickets and they breathe the names of lovers lost.
I feel the breeze on my skin, and feel their fingers in my hair, breath on my neck.
Their scent follows me before the rain, or in that of flowers fresh.
I will never be free of each lover lost, like my shadow, I see their shapes.

Curves, so right, in all fine things.

Like the scars adorn my body, like the cracking of my voice.
I still feel the touch of all you were, of all you were,
of all you ever were in me.

(Source: oldsoulparadise)