I’m not remotely close to having control.
My fingers slip, but I don’t want to go down that hole.
Temptation at the tip of my nose
with her eyes opening up my soul.
My resolve is low, but I’m trying to make it last.
Sometimes in this race, I feel like I’m coming in last,
even though I stick to the goal, and I’m skating so fast.
I just wish to feel whole, but that’s evading my grasp.
It would be so easy to give up,
to lift up, the regret and hating the past.
Holding on is so hard, is this what
life leads to? The anger and grief bleeds through
my words, hurting him, her, and me too.
Is it sad to plead to the unknown when euphoria actually sees you
at your lowest? When you’re unheroic
and have never been stoic? When you’re unnoticed
yet devoted but you can’t keep focus
because you’ve lost all motive?
It’s sobering to deny the malice
but what if you’re too weak to avoid the chalice?
Will falling into euphoria break the chains on my talus?

These times have me feeling overextended
and looking for reprieve. I’m glad it’s over;
the tension was rocking my heart and knees.
A note to mention is your lack of healthy pleas.
I give when you want, but I have to earn what I need?
To you, it’s splendid just as long as I spend it
but that trend? I’ll end it. Greed gave you glee
when you saw an inch of green. Treachery made you flee
when I looked to clinch a guarantee. But that time has ended.

These times have me feeling overextended
and looking for your smile. It would hurt if it was over.
It’s gotten my attention that your distance feels hostile.
I hope your intention isn’t malicious or vile; was it worthwhile?
Even if the rainy sky descended and a fight blended into our remission,
I’ll still extend my hand for you to ascend because you're my friend.
But if my tribulations and trials weren’t enough to get your attention,
would you amend your ambition to keep us safe and hidden?
Safe and hidden from your lechery losing me at the party kitchen
because I can’t compete with the Mollys *******’ for a dickin’.
I’m prayin’, wishin’ for this to not be just another memory,
but you’re hatin’, trippin’ over the lies that you’re a different pedigree.
Maybe we’re both right, and the animosity should be suspended.
But for our strife and uncertainty, that time has ended.

These times have me feeling overextended
and looking for comfort. Sometimes it feels like it’s all over,
but I have hope because you’re the one I come for.
You can fall asleep in my arms again and I’d forget the dumb wars.
I’d cast away the imp ****** who implore for everything with nothing in store.
It would feel better than the smoke that makes my lungs roar,
but still not as great as your slight twitch, moan, and snore
that made me smile again and hate your front door.
We both want more, so why not have an encore
and let the time go on furthermore?

Warm breezes in the night air
Whisper away every nightmare
Stars above in heaven's depths
Blink freely in the dark
Glowing with every promising spark
And during rest in dreams we see
The unreal and our thoughts are set free
To drift and live in sleep
And experience everything so deep
Sometimes waking, wishing you were still there
All that you can do is remember, and keep it near
Unearthly as it seems
Our souls are connected in dreams

the moon sets in the sky
like a bird knows how to fly,
many people travel by
they never wonder why.

days go by and by
are you living on a lie?

when you speak do you think?
do you ever stop to blink?
have you ever felt the brink?

you have to come to terms
the reality flame must burn,
you cant live your life like this
if youre living like a fish...

trapped in endless water,
do you ever even bother
to look at yourself and say
there has to be a better way.

there has to be happier days,
a tree with perfect shade
an unflawed picture in its frame
life cannot be a waiting game.

You always stay in my heart
and for living, it’s the best part.
I think of you first when every day starts.
Without you, everything tastes ****.
With you, everything looks like art.
From my heart, please never depart.

In a way, you always make my day.
With you, life is never gray.
I hope that this love never decays.
With you, my heart never delays,
so for us both, I pray.

Feeling like this is the epitome of living,
and everything looks like beauty to me.
Your eyes make me cry a sweet downpour;
electricity seems to seep from your touch,
I’ve never loved anything so much.
I don’t want anything else.
With you, I am my best self,
with absolutely perfect wealth.
The brightness in your smile
turns me ever so wild
and makes life so worthwhile.
Our kiss is the bliss for which I always wish.
Being with you is the greatest fun,
so to you, I will run and run and run.

In a way, you always make my day.
With you, life is never gray.
I hope that this love never decays.
With you, my heart never delays,
so for us both, I pray.

You stay in my eyes, giving me life.
Your sight erases my plight,
and builds me with such might.
I can’t get you out of my mind;
I see you always.
The color green gives me hope.
It charges me with a beaming envy
but in the best way.
I’m jealous of the Sun
because it gets to see you always.
I find myself listening to your music,
and I’m never sick of it. You’re the cure
for me and you’re just like Heaven.
Memories of you tremble my hands,
makes food taste unbland,
turns me into a brand-new man.

In a way, you always make my day.
With you, life is never gray.
I hope this love never decays.
With you, my heart never delays,
so for us both, I pray.

But somehow things changed.
My tears now run whenever I think about you.
I miss you more than ever, I still just want to
hold you in my arms. I know that at least.
Lately, I’ve been hurting more,
lately, I’ve been crying more.
Seeing green gives me envy
but not in a great way.

My eyes burn by your sight.
I want to cling to you again but I can’t.
I just want the pain to go away.
I’ve tried moving on, but I can’t.
No one else feels the same as you.
Nothing really feels the same.
Music doesn’t sound as good.
I feel slower, I feel like a failure,
I feel like nothing really matters anymore.
If love were enough, I could still reach you.

I want to change.
I want to be whatever you want me to,
even though I can’t. I shouldn’t.
But what is a passionate fire without ash?
What is a flight without fury?

In a way, I’ve never felt this way.
To me, black now feels gray.
My heart is full of decayed dismay,
how did we get astray?
Why do you feel so far away?