Never was a man who held his eye to the city lights.
A gaze, I stare into the sky.
I felt a kiss once touch my skin at night.
I found myself swimming outside.
Amongst beauty I drowned.
Im faltering always.
Hopelessly being around
A picturesque hallway.
Things were never the same after monsoon season.
My lungs become the boat that I breathe on.
I float upon the love that I dream of
but one day ill sink on down.
Id love to see the faces of old things, living up to promises of everything theyd never be. Can I hold your hand as the sun it sings? I gave up hope long ago that youd be ready.
By now youve figured out my lungs were my calling card. Sometime ill take these cords and ill find a way to make this less hard.
You won’t talk to me but I can never believe you have truly ran away. I find pearls in the sea thatve been compressed silently.
I heard once the tone of a nymph in a forest. As she yelled the trees all exploded. I found fire and everything burnt. Imagine.
Im tired today. Im worried a shadow will befall me. Im just tired. So walk silently away
I won’t let you drag me down, beneath the ties of unhappiness. I told you once i’ve sewn myself to the sky, please don’t ask me, don’t you dare persist.
I could never imagine a hell, where the walls sink in and i’m waiting outside. my back is made of glass. Do you feel your hand slide?
I’ll never know the times you cry, i’ve been busy every night rehearsing every line to grasp goodbyes. When the insulation finishes soaking up each individual tear, understand your walls had never been the divide.
I suppose it was I. I grew out of this idea that things would be alright. If i took the time to explain in detail why no one looked for you when you would hide. It’s not alright.
Those will never fade because i tied your name so close to the tree where i carved love so neatly
You have ruined this for me, ya know? Maybe it was you that ruined it, or it was time, but I can’t look anyone in the eye anymore. No one is the same and it makes me feel so awful. Every girl is always just the same, a little flawed with a complex that keeps so many from wanting to stay. Because they are young. Because they are pretty. Because they are insecure.
Anyone that seeks out anything is bound to end up empty handed. And all those who cry at night are the same, caring when they shouldn’t. And all those who don’t care are too lethargic to be taken seriously. All those living life are told to step back and enjoy something. And all those who enjoy it are told to grow up. I just want to be happy.
I remember you very well, and I know you want to end every battle with victory in your eyes. I guess what always made arguing so easy for me was the fact that I don’t feel like I need to be right. I hope you feel right and strong for what you did. I wanted love, and to give you love. And you felt the need, with the bridge i burned to a small uphill staircase for you, to just set fire to the whole damn world as opposed to try to climb. I’ll learn, and i’m still learning and well I still have memories and old feelings for you. Those will never fade because i tied your name so close to the tree where i carved love so neatly. You’ve defeated me. but that never meant much anything because i’ve always been lying here. Submissive to thoughts of happiness.
I always told you id live to make you happy
That was a sheer guarantee.
And though like a promise in the ocean
it doesn’t mean much of anything
If your sky is still broken
Ill lend you mine to see
So you could pick the pieces
A recovery
I hold my head to the ground at night.
I hope you sleep well always.
I hold my head to the ground at night.
Ill see your ghosts In my hallways.
And when you’re gone, will the sky take you to be an angel?
Pardon me, interrupting your dreaming.
Excuse me but i’ve just got to go far
Im dragging my feet to remind you that I once was here.
Beside you. Besides me, what else touches only the ceiling?
Why do you think that im over, im ok?
Is there any indication im spreading the water over the burning?
My soul inside is yearning for better days.
If you dont want to give them to me, well thats just ok.
Well thats ok
Are going to let me live my life letting seconds
Fade beyond doors, im locking what I swore, closing curtains, well the suns never shone more.
Its a pretty day outside, go play amongst the holes.
Forgiveness, well its just another word,
Dearest, be light and fleeting
Dearest, be light and fleeting
Dearest, be light and fleeting
Dearest, be light and fleeting
Yet Still I Try
I remember seeing you on a brisk, windy night. Twice.
Now you’re just trying to confuse me.
If your life to be were a mirror, your actions wouldn’t reflect it.
I live in a box, you drew the rainclouds above, beyond.
I’ve wondered since, last Tuesday, a life without love.
Little girl why are you so lost?
Are you having trouble finding the time to evaluate all you give?
I tried to hold up my sun but butterflies, i guess, are never to be moths.
I’ve been wondering, why waste your time?
Rediscovering the light that once made you so blind
I’ve been trying to send forth the diamonds i found buried underground
Were my ears the closed and I would never hear another sound.
Yet still I Try.
I suppose sometimes im just so tired, time passing amongst each breeze, I guess its true, the earth becomes me.
Im tired of waiting for things, I held a microscope to jealousy. Well I was once important to every slide of strings, I suppose the sound is all we’ll never see.
I’m growing weary of the glass I am, a windowpane and the moon shines through me. When I was a child I felt the world was what shattered my life to hell. But now I know I was the only one throwing rocks at myself.
I was never a victim to change, I never lied there helpless, I always threw punches within my range.
My soul was strong. I never wanted to be dogmatic, as every fight would be long. But I guess it never matters.
I wont ever sit here and stay in tis place for too long. Ive grown either bold or impatient. So i will grab at things that I feel deeply I love, and if the fires of your discontent burn me rather the healing powers of passion, then I will move forward. I am not stone, I will quaver, but I will move.