25.09.2017

Rookie & Pretty Boy

He doesn't meet my blues when I see him

I stare quickly, don't want him to notice what I'm doing

Hands don't know what to do with themselves

First they hide, then they meet

Tortured, played with,

Again they hide and meet

It's like dancing, prima ballerina. Can't see you pretty boy.

Doves that never stop to fly,

Lips stretched sweetly.

Eyes on the floor.

Again he hides

I have yet to meet his gaze,

he likes to hide.

I'm eager, rookie at the first battle.

Wish he wouldn't cage his doves,

Wish he wouldn't hide his lips

Again he hides

We wish a lot of things, don't we?

And he likes to hide.

But would that be worth it?

Should he sacrifice himself?

Hangman you call me, but that's just blindness.

I'm no hangman pretty boy, I'm so much worse.

I'm a human, I am selfish.

I want it all, don't care if I'll ruin it.

Wish fulfilled:

Starring at me there are black feathers.

First they hide, then they meet.

Tortured, played with.

Again they hide and meet.

Long walls, doors closed shut.

I'm the rookie that has to conquer them,

I need to conquer them.

Eros' with me.

Again he hides

Walls start to crumble and I let myself fall,

He likes to hide.

Walls ruined just like you, just like me

Scars, stitches, they' re black and blue

Such a pretty boy you are.

Again he hides

Blue's always been my favourite color,

But you like to hide.

There's a rookie that's looking for themselves:

They find a mirror in a lake.

In that lake, in that mirror they reflect.

There's a rookie that's looking for peace:

They find a melody in a teardrop.

In that tear, in that melody they' re lost.

But would that be really worth it?

Should the doves and lips be sacrificed?

Soldier you call me, but that's just fear.

I'm no soldier pretty boy, I'm simpler:

I'm a rookie, I am brave and dumb.

You burn, free doves and stretched lips.

You used to hide.