you made me a c.d
actually a set of three
i play them on repeat
wondering if every song was for me
i hoped it could be
soon i will leave,
and what was meant to be
is something i never see
maybe i pushed you away
leading her to you that day
it's something i'll never stop
a beating heart for you until i drop.
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 6:54 PM UTC
i suppose i do
fall in and out of you
with nothing left to loose
i give into the truce.
hanging on a noose
love once loved, amused.
trying to pull through
can't find it in anyone new.
you always stay so blue.
never telling what is true.
take flight with what's flew.
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 5:56 PM UTC
If you can even wrap your mind around the inevitable truth; most of the time the way other people feel has nothing to do with you. To come to the realization that the power I have over you is truly so small. If any at all. I'd like to be the reason you smile. The reason you get angry. Ultimately I'd like for you to affect me, and I'd love to affect you.
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 1:35 AM UTC
If you like to tell me maybe,
Or you'd prefer to say nothing to bring peace once again,
It's something I've learned to live with. But this loneliness feels like a sin.
So tell me what you know about love. Or tell me about the things you wish to learn.
All of this still kept up inside of us, and time doesn't wait as leaves began to turn.
If you'd like to tell me maybe, if you'd prefer to say nothing at all...
Time would not allow the feelings to change, summer fades and now it's fall.
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 1:29 AM UTC
when i met you in the second grade
i knew my life was forever changed.
asking your last name was all i could do.
i hoped that it would forever help this bond of two.
would it start with A or C?
that would not put you next to me.
maybe K or even F?
what i was hoping for was an S.
yes S.
S would suit me best.
S could find you a seat next to me,
wonder what the second letter of your last name could be.
the teacher announces your name and i fell to the floor.
the letter U had us bound forever more.
so now we are older and we must part
for the very first time since the start.
it isn't something we speak about.
the bond we made without a doubt.
when we met i knew you were made for only me.
i was hoping time away would give you time to see.
all these years and you could have guessed.
i still like your last name the very best.
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 6:45 PM UTC
i couldn't tell you when or why it happens
i can only tell you that surely it will.
finding your way to me with the rain
giving mother nature a run of her skill.
and with you it goes.
although it never shows,
the way you do with the rain.
my own storm of feelings...
come and go with strain.
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 2:13 PM UTC
there is a secret about the way you use words.
you looked me in the eyes. you said "passion fruit".
like it was something you felt during a session of
shared sweat that pours out you from the humidity brought by the rain,
in the dead of night, in the middle of fall.
It's the way the words rolled off of your tongue,
sounded to me like a moan.
A reminder and reason to remember your name.
It made my lips moist when I heard you say this...
I could have swore you painted me a picture of your lips on mine when you spoke these words.
Tell me, is there something secret in the way you looked me in the eyes and proclaimed "passion fruit".
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 1:55 PM UTC
I thought about getting a tattoo
a small script that read **** you"
I'd tell all my friends, it's deep,
there's a massage there, you can't see
all writen and now inked on my feet.
In hopes that you might see
and never want to **** my feet.
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 1:42 PM UTC
you are to me
to me, you exactly are.
a hand gesture with hidden motives.
a stretch with secret implications.
a car full of smoke.
a sunday night.
Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 1:23 AM UTC
I am starting to understand that only when it rained did i love you.
I hope you understand how I mean that both literally and metaphorically.
From the deepest part of my poorly poetic soul.
Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 1:18 AM UTC