Letters, possessions Word from the core Banks of hope Butterflies, smiles Want for more Hold the world together Care, a gentle stroke Reminders, heights Gold, truth Love, elude A life Deep under the sea Resist gravity.
Pages between A blank that drowns Hours to count Someone at distance Someone who knows Someone unaware of the blanks that surround Of the blanks i count
So, I don’t keep tracks Not today, not tomorrow The sun rises around And sets all the same But I don’t keep a track Not tomorrow, no more I see it come to me I see it drain out of me I don’t know what is this way But it is to somewhere For at least I know what not to do Where not to go I know where not to drown What not to show I know what not to hold I don’t keep tracks no more
It makes my heart stop It makes my mind numb I almost seize to exist Forget to breathe If for a second The thought of you distancing An inch away From the far corner of that edge Away from my sight Away from my grasp Away from the hope That someday I will cross this distance I will make it to you Someday I will have all of you And maybe Just maybe If you would like I will offer all that i am All that i have And maybe this would be more Alive.
Moments when you feel the weight Moments when you feel fate. Moments when you know this isnt right Moments when you're the only sense Making my world bright.
I wish existing was simpler. I wish loving was raw. I wish talking was easy. I wish respect wasn't a thing to ask for. I wish acceptance had a place. I wish understanding wasn't a weakness. I wish there was room for trying. I wish there was more freedom to living Than there is to dying I wish there weren't any of these rules I wish it was okay to not be okay. I wish all of this was more than just words. I wish the words were actually us. I wish I could write to you. I wish I could speak my heart to you. I wish you were here. I wish I wish I could have more of you. I wish I could love you.
There's this color you loved From the very beginning A color you cherished A color you hated A color that made you put your brush down A color that made you want to paint again A color that was the whole of your painting A color that had a place for me but only in it's shadow. In it's domain.
Mixed Messed Sometimes blessed And sometimes Just wrecked But dont you panic We got this You and I One way Or another Apart or together Surely, a forever.
Three, four, five How many times? Darling, you aren't perfect You are something Beyond the line Morphed in so By time Strengthened by so, Your own rhymes.