If the truth was enough,
I'd say it.
If holding you wasn't so tough,
I'd do it.
If what happened
Didn't destroy me,
we could try again.
It did, so we cannot be.
Ever.

Possibilities, there shouldn't be,
Restrictions:
Too many, or lack of?
It's impossible to feel this way,
Changed and not for a better day.
Changed, but maybe,
for the better?
Seemingly so,
It was resolved a time ago,
But it goes to show,
I'll never say no.

I used to feel,
Feel like collapsing,
Slipping away, crumbling.
I used to feel,
Feel like there was no hope,
My fate depended on a rope,

A thread.

Now I feel,
I feel complete,
Solved, like a puzzle.
Pieces scattered,
Seemingly back in place.

But like a puzzle,
You can see the cracks.
The pieces holding me together,
Stopping me from falling apart.

You.
I feel you.
I am the puzzle and you are the logic,
You are the glue, you are my thread,

My rope.

Friends, family and strangers of the past,
Those who exist no more
Lie, decaying and crumbling beneath the grass.
Those who walked upon this floor,
Those who felt well,
Those who were afraid
Prance and dance around the great bell,
Replaying the ringing heard through the decades.

The snow falls, glittering white on mossed stone.
The sun shines, rays upon the engravings.
The leaves fall, they roam and then are gone,
They lay next to those that wanted saving.

To see myself as I am now,
And to see myself in a hundred years from now,
It saddens me, it scares me
That I’ll just be another memory,
Then faded and forgotten.

How is it possible,
That man can heal the sick
With a touch of his holy palm?
That he can still feel pain of bricks,
Stones and pebbles, despite his charm?

How can the truth be told
When the concept is hard to believe?
Stories of strangers bearing frankincense, myrrh and gold,
For a child born from a ******: it’s hard to achieve.

It sparks fires, it unknowingly kills.
A story, so harmless to begin.
Now it’s violent, aggressive and brings new kinds of thrills.
A story, now a rulebook to escape from sin.

Man’s greatest influence –
It’s crystal clear to see –
Also intends to be
Man’s greatest enemy.

These new feelings,
They took me by surprise.
These new feelings,
They made me realise,
That if I let my mind wander
I might feel happy for a while longer.
But these new feelings,
They make me realise
My life from others’ eyes.
These new feelings
Taught me not to stare blankly too long,
They taught me not to wander and to stay strong.
But these new feelings,
They are surely temporary
Because things are really far from ordinary.

Walls of mint blue,
Cushions of crimson red,
Pages of make-believe
Are still yet to be read.
Strings, so loose and unnatural,
The song they sing is constantly wrong.
Inside wooden panels, dusty and creaking,
Cotton, thread and lace is hung.
The door, it closes without a sound,
Outside influences aren't there, barely.
It's my place to escape from their world,
My space, my mind, my sanctuary.

You pulled away the skin
And you asked me the questions
That you worried were a sin
I can only look in the other direction.

For another time
You hurt me
Then made me rhyme
So that everyone can see
My thoughts unfold
With every line.

We fell apart
We cried, we died inside
We needed a new start
And put our insecurities aside.

For another time
You hurt me
Then made me rhyme
So that everyone can see
My thoughts unfold
With every line.

In our decision, I tried to find a way
To change your mind
Then perhaps you may
Not want to leave me,
Not want to leave us behind.

For another time
You hurt me
Then made me rhyme
So that everyone can see
My thoughts unfold
With every line.

We can’t keep doing this
Because it becomes predictable
Therefore the next bullet
Will be hard to miss
The next bullet will be hard to miss.

For another time
You hurt me
Then made me rhyme
So that everyone can see
My thoughts unfold
With every line.