I'll give you a destination
and there is many for me and you.
I'll give you a destination
and i hope you remember it like this too.
it's coney island night-time and a ferris wheel light
kisses in the gandola got me thinking mid flight
“they dint have to make a kid’s ride this wild”
There was dropping and kissing and swinging in brooklyn that night
Its walking- talking - sitting, the moon by the shore
Talking about what was and wasnt for us anymore
A violinist in practice played the sad tune twice
And a couple passionately making out to unsubscribed spotify
it's the a small lake down the road , no one cared to inspect
And the sunset laid perfect the second time we met
maybe it was ***** before dinner or falling in love
Cause I was convinced the world would find its 8th wonder if they looked at us
It was upstate adventures and stopping mid road
For the horse, a cow and a drink by riverflow
Picked a daisy for my hair and a tiny home
Kept talking about how much youd like to live where the grass could grow
you said, “the sun is different upstate"
I agreed, as the sunbeam floods through the trees
And the warm rays felt like you were choosing me
Its the corner seat in Beacon house
With No worries with who, or what or how
“one day lets make a breakfast spot that everyone in town talks about”
It’s a Spare key to Booth street
lamps flickered and black tea warm
Sheets tumbled
and the safest place I could think of was right there in your arms.
Its the teasing” I—— looove — you’s”
made the words stay and linger
forever sleepover! , night time stories and
Our kisses kinda tasted like ginger
( you still make the best ginger tea btw)
We sang , we danced , we pretended to pray
In the name of the father the son the holy ghost,
Please, let our loving stay the same
May 20, 2024
May 20, 2024 at 11:49 PM UTC
the paint on the walls did this.
the chipped red and pink smothered
it's an old family home.
you grew up thinking it's a safe color
but that's because you're used to it.
you grew up thinking love meant to one up the other
because they made you believe it.
I know that pink is just red in a lighter shade
but they're not the same.
you deserved life to be softer.
I hope you know , you're not a bad person
and we can blame the paint in your old home
The red and the blues got all smothered
I hope I was sunshine yellow for a while, for you.
Nov 1, 2022
Nov 1, 2022 at 11:14 PM UTC
They say, you will never find love in the city.
you will kiss. you will drink. you will dance until your feet are tired and the glitter in your eyes will wash away. You will feel electric light through the lasers , let the bass sucker punch your chest.
you will go home with him and you will rest . You will do the same thing all over again, Tomorrow, with somebody else.
you will have all this life but not love. you dont fall in love in the city.
But the sky line lights will glimmer and it will feel like butterflies in your stomach. The empty midnight bar will keep open as you drink your thoughts away. We had conversations that lasted lifetimes. The train rides cut too short cause you've kissed the whole way through. The laughter through the tunnels, the darkness before the dawn.
Contrary, to belief. I love in the city. I found it in the bustling crowd and I feel like I always hear your name. I found in city streets and techno beats and humming to old songs. I found him in the arcade bar after three shots and a long night. I found him , and he was the city.
Aug 18, 2022
Aug 18, 2022 at 11:17 PM UTC
age becomes you
and all of a sudden everything is less romantic
the sky is just a color
songs are just songs
words are forgotten
and here we are digging for depth
but really life is just a passing
between birth and death
May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 5:31 PM UTC
You’re more than what is bargained
You’re energy and fire and spirit and force in a split second.
But you have chosen silence
And heart as a setting stone
To anchor yourself from ever wandering looking for home
And i couldn't agree more
When you say your thoughts could waterfall into anxious tides
Killing you day by day by day
Mine is the same
The universe placed us together
In a dingy classroom (AF104)
To make us realize that here
There is sympathy
And understanding
And people just like you
and I hope this keeps you lifted
When i say, I understand
Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 3:47 AM UTC
I put apart the yellows and the blues
fix my blemish, curl my hair and got new shoes
zip the skirt up and on my tiny waist
with trimmings of white and some expensive lace
I wore grand mother's pearls and a diamond ring
I wore a smile and a purse with a sling
My lips red and sparkles in my eyes
I wore a voice so sweet it never dared to tell lies
"she's really a beauty " they whisper and say,
"I think it's cause she lost all that weight."
nails all polished, clasped hands to pray
"I really hope they will love me this way."
I've gone too far to be something of your fancy
I've turned into pretty but it's me you can't see
those days carefree, those days i miss
but you will never love me like this.
you will never love me when
the yellows and blues I can't seem to put apart
but I pride myself for having a bigger heart
when my curls have faded and my shoes are broken
and the trimmings and lace run loosely unwoven
I want you to love me when
I speak of pieces I hold
the stories and truth from surface unfolds
like pearls that held memories of my dead grandmother
and a big diamond ring from an unfaithful lover
Cause it's hard to love me when
my lips are dried pale mumbling rude curses,
and I only really buy second-hand purses
my eyes only sparkle cause I'm holding back a tear
and my voice may be sweet but it could lie too, I fear.
So i guess im back to putting on a pretty dress
Stitch up the laces and clean up my mess
Keep a sweet voice with something nice to say
Cause maybe you'll only love me this way.
Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 5:17 PM UTC
I am fighting in a war
blood stain on my chest
the battle front is empty
yet the field is a grand mess
and in this war, I stand
with no partner, king or hero
only pierced pain on my stomach
from a straight cut bullet arrow
and this arrow had no bow
just soft hands that plunged my death
and I tell myself, enough
while I lose myself and breath
I am fighting a war
and in it, I fight alone
for the enemy is me
with myself, I can not atone
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 12:20 PM UTC
it's noise.
it's bustles and white sounds and orchestras of screams
it's sentences without periods and angry machines
it's nothing romantic it's like a busy road
while you're stuck in traffic trying to reach home
but home is a construction you never wanted to lease
now the sounds are louder as you're crying for peace
a never ending cycle of static on your radio
you get it unplugged but it still leaves an echo
so you run to a person to someone you believe
you tell them about your day, about those angry machines
but they turn on the television, give a frown and you stop
while your heart breaks in front of them and all they say was
"grow up."
you listen to the static, and the tv and his voice
and you listen to the screams and the sounds without choice
so I tell you this now and I tell you with poise
run away from anxiety cause hell, it's a whole lot of noise.
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 11:46 AM UTC