It was good while it lasted
You are not my enemy. You are my friend. Not my beginning. You are my end. Of many days. Under the sun. That burned in your gaze. And I was the one. To cross you path. That stormy day.
All alone in the early morning. The sun begins to rise. All alone in the early morning. I lie down and close my eyes. The air is fresh as morning dew. But there is nothing left to do.
As the clock ticks Is tied around my ankle I can feel you there On the cold side of my pillow Your body lies parallel to mine In your cold alternate universe You lie and dream Of me too.
I see the devil in your eyes When you read to me From the story of you life Scratched in memory.
You are childish. And it disappoints me. You seemed to have it all together. So I hid beneath your self confidence. But as soon as I got my own. I saw yours was just a pile of rubble. Dust and dirt.
I hate feeling inadequate. I hate the things I meant. A cross eyed girl. Wanders off the straight path. a villain gets the last laugh. The foe sings the grand finale. The final song.
The world is a mystery. Ready to be opened like a book. Your eyes contain your whole life. In one single look. So much information. Trapped inside your head. You feel as if its written.
He reeks of pot. He says I hate the cold. I want to live somewhere. Hot. LA or Texas you know. I'm a super star. Watch my video on. YouTube. Country music is lyrically based dude.
She has blue eyes. And long blonde hair. But in her heart. She climbs up. Rainbow stairs. That lead to a mystery land. In her pretty head. She said. Stop looking at me. There is nothing to see.
I love you so much it feels Like Home Through the fear and doubt We've grown Together Side by side Fought till we turned blue Then laid down our pride.
You run beneath arbors of thorns and rust. No flowers on the branches. Just dead roses and dust. Puff up in the atmosphere. And burn your eyes. In the distance you hear a child's cry.
I want to stand tall. But I feel hindered. My wooden stilts. Have cracked and splintered. Words fly out like broken glass. Reckless. Chaotic. Streams of black mascara. Run down my face.
She has one sock rolled up. And one sock down. The sock rolled up. Is brown. Like her glassy eyes. That view the world. With an ocean between. Reality and her soul. Her dress is green.
A spotlight illuminates a man. He says. I don't know who I am. He has silver hair. And aqua eyes. His face pretends. To not know his name. His eyes shine. And take me back to the beginning.
Red tie juxtaposed by two suspenders. Preaching about the gift. Of Christmas Day. Falling. Tripping. To the alter. Again and again. Remembering that God is my friend. How wide how long how deep.
Will God grow old As my hair turns gray Always relating to me Till my last day Will he stay young Like an old childhood friend What will happen to God When I reach my end?.
They don't know. Your lips are like strawberries dipped in lemonade. Sweet like the loveless who persuades a hollow heart. Your eyes capturing a full film of your day that only you see.
Remembering. To forget. Forgetting. To pretend. How to sing. The verse of your life. Before the chorus. You didn't cheat. Before you won. Didn't dream. When life was done. You just sat.
Go to the white mountains Where snow falls like cotton from the skies piles up like white lies So thick it blinds my blue eyes Until I lose myself Inside my fluffy White House.
Will it end Before it began Will it stop The gentle chilling Wind On my lips Snowflakes falling from heaven Like fallen angels That melt on My lips So much denial Reflects inner fears Defensiveness...
Walking through the haze she came upon a box. Sifting through clovers. Revealed no key for the lock. A strange blue smoke. Emerged from its seams. So she opened it with her mind.
What if the world ends While everyone is asleep And we all see God In a dream In the same dream Together and unprepared Together and completely scared Goodnight.
Go away Leave the plastic sunflower to melt on the pavement Don't you care what our friendship meant.
I am so stuck. In a broken dimension. My shaking hands. Are not worth a mention. The longest amount of time. Spent. Searching. For your hellos and goodbyes.
Circles underneath your skin Going in squares Trying to pretend To smile.
I can't stand to sit beneath. The dark storm cloud. Of your past. Lightning blasts. Into the subconscious. Of my baby girl. He said. Sexy girl. Hold your breath. Spin around. Till you see the rest.
Dream my are you You are my dream Gleam just you do Do you just gleam.
Behave You mutant slave Fall into the cherry apple taste in Your anxious mouth Brown eyes Brown lips Chocolate sundae trips A million falls Off the beam Into a tired Rewinding Dream.
The geometry of these spaces. In your heart. Are complex and jaded. Tear them apart. You are talented. He said. Beautiful and smart. But just as blind as. The geometry of these spaces. In your heart.
I saw you. When you showed me. The way you are. I bought you. But you sold me. To a distant star. Oh the beautiful complexity. Of all you are. The time will race. A million cars. In outer space.
It's my day To shine like I matter She said Under her shallow breath She breathed in the intoxicating perfume In her Dresser drawer Stop Look She said Her lips were red Like the lipstick in...
I want to fly like you told me to Beneath the shadowy mountain tops of your heart Until I'm next to you..
Wearing a mask. A sheath. Beneath. Is nothing but an angry. Brown eyed girl. Heart on her sleeve. Hardened heart. Back curled. She lives in the past. Her mind trapped. In a circle. Love.
How can you know my name. Beneath the rustle. Of blue twilight leaves. Beyond their trees. There is no ground. Beneath my feet. I've stayed on the path. I dream. And relax. It's my human life.
I love you when the sun. Creeps across my window pane. And warms my chilled pale face. Piercing my red lips. Until your hand brushes my blushing cheek.
She wears an elephant head bracelet. On her arm. It's full of fake diamonds. Fakes that glitter just as bright- they shine. In the dark. Dark brown curly long hair.
No one loves me like Matty. In all my darkest parts. Beneath the layers of my hearts. One for Matty. And one for my art. No one is as precious as my Matty. His emerald eyes show.
Look out for my fire. Look out for my flames. Look out for my clever. Witty mind games. That light blue flame. That burns in your heart. Is where I will always. Claim a part. Of your soul.
Why am I always this way. Just a film on a loop, projecting in the dark of a girl on a swing being tossed by her own weight, and the weight of the world. Back and forth. Back and forth.
The bright pink flowers. and rasberry hearts. the juicy reality. that always spreads. Buttercream icing. on neon bicycles. we ride and become diamonds. on disco balls. wrapped in.
What if tears had no gravity. And would just float up to the sky. So we'd catch them in a bottle. Before they would float up too high. We'd save up our tears in a vault. A treasure we would hide away.
Don't you see that you bled out all your problems off onto the paper and you soaked it with your inadequacies, until all your work became the essence of your self loathing?.
When the preasures in the bottle. Push you to the pavement. The pebbles begin to rumble. and fly around your head. They form a little black halo. An angel, without wings.