This may not sound quite right
But I find I've made up my mind
After all of this time
To say goodbye to goodbye

Goodbye only makes me sad
When losing the friends that I have
When it's their turn to come up to bat
When they have no time left

Goodbye is too cruel a word
Goodbye is best if it's left unheard
Being that there is no cure
When goodbye occurs

And that is exactly why
After all of this time I find
I've made up my mind
To say goodbye to goodbye

Alone, I am happy

          Convinced

            Will never be
Left
             Alone

I am not the dusk!

I live in immortality
I sleep in immortality
I rise in immortality.

I am not the dusk!

My words are pure
On eternal marble
Bringing down
House of falsehood.

I am the dawn
Not the dusk
I live in immortality
Declaring His glory.

I'm in too deep.
I can't touch the bottom with my feet.
But I'm not drowning,
I'm sinking in peace.

I'm in too deep.
I can't see what's around me.
I'm hidden in the folds
Of a deep blue sea.

I'm in too deep.
I can't hear the thrashing sea.
I'm just lost,
In the darkness around me.

There is a time you realize
That you only called someone your friend
Because you saw them five days a week.

Friendship shouldn't be based on frequency.
It should be based on understanding.

i should have read the contract
before dating you
before loving you
before you
if i had read your terms and conditions
          -*** whenever i need it, your feelings aside
         - put up with my delicate ego, but allow me to slowly shatter
                    every ounce of your self-worth
          -you must not say or do anything more intelligent than I or
                    you have given grounds to publicly humiliate you
          -do not touch my fragile masculinity
          -i am permitted to treat you as inferior to myself

if i had read the fine print
then maybe i wouldn’t have signed four years of my life away

autumn melts the skies
her oranges like
bright rouge,
her yellows a
half hidden sun.

the fires of a waking
world, blown by
the branches of the
wind,

forgotten, an
ending sweeter
than the last
fragments of day
that dream as they
fall, caught by the
torn breezes that
scatter the leaves
westward and skyward
like little ribbons hurrying
along a once summer path.

threads of fire
unravel
and shatter the sky
in shards of
blue

like shooting stars
they pierce the air
yet all I could think
was to wish
for
you.