sweet, sweet boy
i've seen you a-sittin' there
waiting for that older girl
with those bright eyes
and kind smile.
now southern boy
dont you drop a penny
cause she's a rich girl with class
and yer not gettin' her chastity
and yer not takin' her money
cause yer a proud son of an ass
and broken boy
why you still not takin' no bandages?
cause yer stubbornness is breakin' er
when yer the one who's bleedin'
oh, i can see it all repeatin'
what you dont know is she loves you
and yer in love too
but all this time you been thinking its sympathy
got this idea that you mean nothing to nobody
boy it's hurtin' er
it's hurtin me
cause baby boy
i see you as my own
im a-thinkin' you need to take a stand
she might be a stunner
only one who don take you as a sinner
but youve been forgettin'
that though shes a fine woman
y'always been a real good man
seen you cryin' tears
shes paradin' round
with a polished fella'
but why you aint been askin' her
"whens the weddin'"
when you think its comin'
honey, no girl in love
shows up at some lib'ary
when theres a man who orders sherry
im a-sure you feel
but you don see it
and sure as nothin' do you believe it
waitin', waitin' boy
how long you gon be sittin' there
that girl gave you time
but you didnt use it
and now im crying'
i can tell theres still love
but shes been takin'
and now yer a drunk
lost, lost boy
im a-beggin' here
cause i know its not her fault
and she thinks it was
and now we both afraid
cause you not even tryin' a-hide it
but yer becomin' yer father
and he was filled with hate
hes a gone, gone boy
im a sinner with a prayer
that her husband dies
an he drops the liquor
and they both survive
but, hes an old, old man
what keeps us bound on earth?
theres nothing keeping you to me
something is always keeping us apart
yet my thought my prayers they are for you
where are you this time of night?
when my bed is warm enough for two
nothing not even fabric in between
but its not us just me alone in calm sea
where have you been all my life ?
now that the sun of my innocense has set
does the devil have your number too
is that why we can lay awake for days
when will you be coming home?
its lonely without you here you know
you are my sun and moon
im the planet being stirred up. even tho
your worlds not big enough for both of us
even tho you are all my shooting stars
I feel like Paul Revere riding up to you with a message to convey
Overcame my initial fear, but it"s Such a tricky catch twenty two
But you see if you adhere and actually listen to what I have to say
Because I had your ear, means I probably don't want a girl like you
I"m still not in the clear, I"m most likely really screwed either way
Focused on your career, I know, but try to see from my point of view
Imagine that you appear at your job but they actually make you pay
That's our plight my dear, so I ask you what"s a guy supposed to do?
Smack me on my back and beat on life's ironic Co Nun Drum
Then hand me a plaque that says "my platonic friend & Chum"
Relegated to the friend zone you"re now stuck in a paradox
Delegated to a just a drone you"ll never get in pandora"s box
Funny how there"s barely any difference between stalking and persistence
All depends upon metaphorical distance, who"s walking and her resistance
Helplessly I disagree with your inability to see past this stigma
Destiny must ironically be your enemy as you remain an enigma
So perhaps you"re just not currently accepting applications
But instead of just going through the typical motions
I attempted to help you understand many men"s translations
Because as far as I know there isn't any love potions
So many dreams lost before they tendered their resignations
But hopefully you can now see some of these notions
Nirvana and Utopia it could be, but here lies only aspirations
Buried beside his best friend, Rest in peace emotions
There's one who likes to smoke
Just as much as me
Curly brown hair he wears
And quite the beard has he
Theres one who likes to ride bikes
Just like I do
He's small, he's sharp, and a handsome one
But something doesn't do
There's one who dresses like I dress
And likes to read, too
That makes for quite the man, you know
You should see his blue suade shoes
There's one who says few words
Similar to I
He looks, and smiles, and when he laughs,
God I want to cry!
There's one who says too many words
He's a mess, a know it all
But something in the way he moves-
Why must I think of him at all
There's one who likes to climb mountains
And look off in the distance
Some might say he lives like me
To create a beautiful existence
There's one who is scared to dive in
To a world he doesn't know
I want to hold him, tell him it's okay
Being scared is how you grow
There's too many options,
And there will only be more to come
So how am I supposed to choose
Out of six billion, just one?
The sun touches my skin
Days like this are fleeting
And make me feel happy just because
Days like this feel like dreams
That make everything seem a little bit better than before
I search as I wander
Singing hopes along my metaphysical journey
The dirt looks bronze and my clothes feel heavy
The dreaming begins again
And my eyes seem to glow with the sun
Forcing me to write
Making my gift shine like the light
Covered in emotion
My vision slightly blurred
Sweat lingers on my back like the taste of wine does on my tongue
The page is filling up
As deeper casts of sunlight lock down onto my frantically moving hand
I quietly forgive myself for all of those things
Over and over and over again
Just so I can hear it one more time
My shoes come off
I listen to the distant sounds
Thinking about the battle my own mind created
A magic flame burns on my arms
And in the garden a stranger bids an early hello as pleasure swirls like the scent of flowers around my nose
I think about how much I have grown since the screams that used to drown me and the tears that used to suffocate me
I suppose the worst is over
Because the pride has started and what I fully deserve is not that far ahead
I opened my eyes and taught myself to not romanticize the idea of loss
And the clock sent a cloud of thoughts that barely covered the entrance to the abyss I call my mind
The path of pain and destruction is ending and theres a fork in the road
No more wandering down the wrong trails anymore
I always thought, someday things will be better and I will be better and the dirty bliss that comes with my love of loneliness will subside
It will no longer be shared with its dear friend named sadness
But maybe the longing will forever be felt upon my shoulders
But maybe that is enough
Everyone wins at some point or another
I guess you just have to enjoy it while it lasts
And when it subsides
You'll board the train and watch the ghosts through the foggy windows as you sit there alone
Looking upon a seemingly fake reflection
You'll slip through the doors just in time and find that you're holding the key in your hand
Christmas time will come and you won't be held back by the bottle
And things will be complete and you'll probably find yourself constantly missing the gray lady who used to whisper horrible things in your head as she sat upon each of your shoulders and smiled a crooked smile that spread to each side of her face
You'll imagine her blowing life's pain in rings like cigarette smoke around your neck
Drowning your thoughts
Making your ears bleed
And the ink remains
But each week is a step forward
It's okay not to be grounded
But you have to be sure you're not floating too far away
Waste is not desired
Especially when you find your youth diminishing faster and faster with each measly year
Let it all sink in
But never forget the frozen winds that used to beckon to you and call you darling
And remember what happens when you lose yourself
Promising to never let yourself get that deep into the forest
Without admitting how lost you are
I cant see.
theres no light
theres no sight
I feel cold,
theres no warmth
I stagger forwards.
for that sound.
laughter and speaking
lost to me long ago
I keep walking
as I am lost in the dark.
yea....I see how much u cared for me....which isn't at all....u don't know how much I hurt but u don't care or ud call.
I was just a hole to u, for ur pleasure . ....I meant nothing to you then and I wont, not ever.
which is sad cus I really loved u and theres nothing that I wouldn't have ever not done for u.
Its true people show their true selves in time.....I just wish I would have meet someone else that day....who would have cared and been true and stayed around for me since that's something you never intended to do.
Overwhelming emptiness is thick darkness,
Running through my hollow tired bones.
The pointless longing for things of which I'm oblivious,
Sadness draped around me like a comforting blanket,
For the longest time these have all been more reliable than oxygen.
I don't think I would know how to live without it.
Sure theres occasional days where its all so faint,
Just an echoing distance away.
But theres also times when its to much,
Screaming in my face,
Well I have my ways of coping.
None of them are exactly good,
But still they've gotten me through everyday.
Sometimes I feel shoved down under it all,
And the real me is just slipping away.
The almost unshakable feeling that I'm about to lose something.
Whatever it is,
Every time it scares me.
Then I find myself caught in a moment,
When I shutter at a cold breeze,
And realize I'm feeling.
I felt something from reality and not my inner world.
Maybe even happy.
But it doesn't feel quite right,
Like a child tugging on a pant leg,
It pulls at me.
And I actually seem willing to let it hold me again.
Your my dream ....my ever lasting love....I thought god send you to me for all the men that have used me and treated me wrong...
but I guess that's not how u wanted this to happen.
I sometimes wonder if theres a spell on me.....cus when your dating someone...and its over....there shouldn't be so much pain and ache that wont let me go free....
It just sucks cus I really do want you and I really do care...and I want to show u that im not all "vised" up now and that loving you is all I want to share.
I just didn't know when we were hanging out....that I felt as deep as I do and its u I don't want to be without.
Oh well I guess I wont ever see....you when I wake in the morning right beside me.
slowly doesn't come easy to me,
especially when it comes to you
because you make me come fast
and feelings for you come quickly
like they're waiting at the light ready to floor it as soon as it turns green
and I could try to make it turn yellow to slow them down a bit
but I think these feelings are colour blind
either that or soulful lawbreakers
because they pick the lock on my heart in a heartbeat
and the next thing i know my heels have gone over my head
these feeling stop me dead in my tracks
theres no turning back
i've caught them
they are the plague
ravaging one small cell at a time, with each heart beat spreading faster until no spare second is left empty of it
they've infested me,
so forgive me for falling so quickly
I've got no control over it
but please don't let me fall onto the asphalt
just let your feelings floor it too so you can open up your arms
like a giant net under a trapeze set
or a foam pit
so when i fall, no matter how hard, you'll cushion me
and i know that it's scary, but like trapeze artists we'll catch each other
and start to write our history, together
and I'm hopeful that our thoughts will become as intertwined as our bodies on nights where there just doesn't seem to be enough skin for our kisses, so we have to overlap our lips until we've tasted enough of each other that we could write a book about every inch and if our tongues left behind colour we'd be a difference race by morning.
I'm hopeful that our adventures will widen our eyes so wide we have the impression that we have eyes all around our head, but really it's just that your eyes are watching my back and mine are doing the same for you
that my palms get rough from climbing the mountain of our stories and bloody with the effort of making them worthwhile
I want to be able to think your thoughts and still be surprised by them
and have the idiot courage that love brings making me capable of walking into ridiculously stupidly dangerous things as long as you're holding my hand
and the first dangerous thing i want to try, is catching these feelings
so will you grab a hold of my fingers like they're the other side of the zipper
be my second twix bar because "I can't see me loving no body but you for all my life"
don't let me regret being passionate,
don't make me want to cry for wanting you,
because this could be good,
if you let it