I wanted you to take me out on a date, but you said you're too busy, romanticizing your sadness. I guess you need that sorrow to write your music, just like I needed my heart broken by you to write my poetry.
It takes someone special to become a friend Someone you feel at ease with Someone you can talk to and confide in Someone over time that gains your trust Someone you can count on When things become tough Someone that when things do work out Will still be there for you , No need to ever doubt
That's the end of our book It was a hard last chapter But I really enjoyed or story Every page I flipped and read brings tears as they are hard chapter to read Every paragraph is a memory But at the end we were not ment to be One thing ik is our story will continue but we're just strangers or just friends You said you still want to be part of my life didn't ask for it, but I'll give a shot, so that's not the end.......?
We usually say "step into the light" when there's nothing but night But do we say "step into the night" when the light is so bright that it not only blinds but burns out our eyes?
When extremist's play their games to blind our sensitive eyes it doesn't matter if they're using darkness or light
It's all the same if you're snowblind or just left alone in the dark Whether it's viral or bacterial it's still an infection
Feeling our way in the heavy black air too thick to breathe Fumbling around in the light gray air too thin to breathe
Caught in the loop of groping the walls of our minds in twilight Struggling to refocus in moonlight Then so exhausted by daybreak that we sleep it all off until dusk
Too much darkness Too much light Too much cold Too much heat Too much pleasure Too much pain Too much sunshine Too much rain You can have too little or too much of anything.