to the enigma that would consume me...

[BabyGrace]

You ever the presence on my mind
The twisted offspring of hope and hate
The polar opposites spiral deeper into you;
You wish to create as badly as
You would like to destroy me,
And you withdraw further.
I trail after you like the mist off a wingtip
Wide-eyed at the prospect of your illusion;
Honing the danger in your image for the day
When love would come knocking on your door.
Your words hang in the shape of my
Naked desires as they quiver on the edge of belief
From where do you come, oh enigma?
Why hide your heart so beneath the layers
Of pain you pretend don't exist?
Tragic and impossible I wonder at your being
As you hang like a shadow over my head,
Waiting for the fall that would silence me.
Whispering to me the lies of a lover
That I am only too glad to follow,
You a mystery perfect until the day I know you,
And the callous that ate you alive
Consumes me whole.

 

[ACROB@T]

I trail after you like the mist off a wingtip
Wide-eyed at the prospect of your illusion;
Honing the danger in your image for the day
When love would come knocking on your door.
Your words hang in the shape of my
Naked desires as they quiver on the edge of belief

Tragic and impossible I wonder at your being
As you hang like a shadow over my head,
Waiting for the fall that would silence me.
Whispering to me the lies of a lover
That I am only too glad to follow,
You a mystery perfect until the day I know you,
And the callous that ate you alive
Consumes me whole

haunting and very hard hitting

 

[zooropamanda]

Tragic and impossible I wonder at your being
As you hang like a shadow over my head,
Waiting for the fall that would silence me.
Whispering to me the lies of a lover
That I am only too glad to follow,

oh god

that actually drew me breathless Nikki
You really are growing so fully. I can see it.

 

[BabyGrace]

thank you both for reading this, and thanks Manda, it means a lot to me

 

[foray]

.

 

[The Wanderer]

this line from "miami" came to mind when reading this...

baby's always attracted to, the things she's afraid of...

now Bono may have had something slightly different in mind when he wrote that, but I still think it applies to a million different things, the thrill of the unknown or exoticness, or what could be, or what you think you see in someone (while making up the rest)

but obviously this doesn't have to be about anything tangible, it could be of a feeling or premonition of something that is sought out

 

[Stories for Boys]

Your words hang in the shape of my
Naked desires as they quiver on the edge of belief

chilling

 

[BabyGrace]

that is one of my favourite lines of Bono's