Maybe if I just stop trying
I'd finally do
All the things I've said I've done
All the promises I've made to you
Maybe if I just stop thinking
I will realize
Too Much thought lays waste to words
And true intention cauterize
Maybe if I just start beleiveing
In something less
I will find peace inside
And live without the stress
But what if I just stopped breathing?
Doesn't that sound great?
I couldn't even question why
There would be no debate
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 7:56 PM UTC
Love is like a tree, from begining to end
When given the chance to grow and florish, it will reach for to the sky
It will scar and heal, those wounds will always be seen
Never ceasing to grow until slowly, they die.
Looking upward for nourishment, and reaching down for the same
If it shoots to fast for the heavens, without digging its roots in deep
The first winds of turmoil will blow it crashing down
and time will call it back, forever to keep.
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 2:06 AM UTC
New places, same sounds, same feelings
Same job, same hours, new expectations
Same friends, new friends, still alone
Same body, same mind, New realizations
Its hard to see time as always was, never end
you have to let it ball its self into groups called moments
And even a moment is bound to laps to and from another
But we'll recall them all seperate, and call them a memory
Time doesn't change, as Bowie made clear
But i think i'd like to differ
True time doesn't stop, and it works all the same
My loss of hope, for each year, grows quicker and quicker.
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 1:57 AM UTC