Just a Boy with to many words
I look at these blank pages and try to find words to fit them perfectly, as if the souls of these pages linger. As if the expect me to find there true nature and place it upon them in simple black...
The message that you left, Was wrapped too tight, And had no address, But I hold it close, My fingers tear at the silver wrapping, Because I just wasn't ready, For your reasons, For your...
If i could tell you of my life, I would say many things, I would tell you about my first love, And my first loss, We could laugh about the good times, I would cry about the bad, Because angels...
First loves end, With the lost and nervous feeling, The emptiness takes over, You find your lungs are still there, Your feet will still move, The sun sets, And the moon is still a dull god,...
"Behold!"They said.
When we made memories, Like Mac N Cheese, When life was fully of hopes and dreams, I do my best to smile because of these, Yet in the end I'm tired.
It's like nothing I've ever felt. Your so much more than a boy, And so much less than a man, Confusion...confusion. I just want you..
If I were you, I would be smart, Without the old memories, There would be mostly ideas, If I were you, Things would work out, I would quit walking, On worn tennis shoes, And ripped jeans.
It's not like I'm big, Or as if I'm bold, But I am built, Before the beyond, And so long to beautiful, With a sweet kiss from better off, Because broke and butt naked, I walked alone, My...
I just want words, That fill the soul, That mar the hate, Can you open up my vast uncertainty, Perhaps words will give me, Unity, I just want words like that.
Slither from side to side,. From the dank ground,. We look to the sky,. Needing dreams like rain,. Yet our world is dry,. With our scales shinned,. We go out again tonight,.
I only have a few words to say, They echo in the hallways of my head, The ones now left empty And hollow.
It all started so fast, We had a moment full of fire, But now all that's left, Is the blacken embers of my heart.
My eyes wander to the door, I wait to hear your footsteps, Yet it's all silent.
The wire hanger in the closet stands alone, With our old brass house key hanging on a red ribbon, My voice box is breaking from the idea of a scream.
Staying up late with you, Is like looking up at the night sky, Our words outnumber the stars, Each syllable is a plane, And it flies like a blue bird, That's fat on worms.
I walked a mile, A mile with you, Talking Jesus's and Allahs, With atheism too. Now I ask you my questions, And I find a few lies, That this world has a god, And that god is mine.