Laying in the garden of the man who sold me my dreams
I watch as the moon crests over me
I think of all the things I have yet to say
Dear, Night. When did you become today?
Sitting in the dinner listening to that Bright Eyes song
Life seems so short but the days mascaraed as long
So I put down my change and look for a song to play
Dear, Night. When did you become today?
Walking the pavement towards the oranging skies
I watch the sunrise like the lids above your eyes
When you see my worried face, ask if I'm okay
Dear, Night. When did you become today?
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 11:02 PM UTC
In a dream I had last night my dead grandmother sang me "Happy Birthday"
She also made me a cake
It's not even my birthday
This isn't really a poem
I guess I just want to hear my grandmother sing "Happy Birthday" to me again
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 9:48 PM UTC
It’s been awhile since I saw your face
I think it was when the town was burning red
I often hear your voice
It’s one of the many inside of my head
Telling me I’m guilt for all I’ve done
Making it impossible to thrive
But you came and you cleared my name
When I was wanted dead or alive
When I was wanted dead or alive
I fear prison, yeah, I fear jail
I guess you gotta do some work in this brain
I’m tired of losing sleep over this
Scared I’ll end up back in these chains
But I gotta tell myself that that aint true
And that you hold the keys
The keys to life and the keys to death
And you’re with me for eternity
And you’re with me for eternity
Sometimes I forget that you are good
And I think you’ll smite me without warning
But I know that you love me
And you’re mercies are new every morning
When I wake up I want to breathe you in
Let you fill me up inside
I want there to be less of me
Please Lord just let me die
Please Lord just let me die
I’m so grateful that you loved me first
I’ll sing about it everyday
This is no beauty pageant
But you see me as Jesus in every way
So If I met your approval
Stamp your name upon this card
Maybe life wouldn’t be so hard
If you would just answer my calls
If you would just answer my calls
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 9:31 PM UTC
Wedding vales are fairy tales
They tell to girls under 12
We ate snow, it got cold
You held me so tightly in your arms
Razor blades make things straight
With shadows of trees on the grown
‘Look away’ that’s what you’d say
But I never turned my eyes away
New Year eve, I had to leave
Laid awake on the couch
Constantine, shoulda been seen
But you were nowhere to be found
You were my first, and you were the worst
Thing that has ever happened to me
convenient love, that all I was
For a girl with long blonde hair
You broke me, your Coheed
You turned your back on jack
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 9:29 PM UTC