every day, I fall in love
with places
I WANT TO go
with ideas
I WANT TO try
with people
I WANT TO know
I fall in love, every day
hoping that one day
"I want to"
will turn into
"I got to"

roses die
violets aren't blue
I guess we lie
a little too much for our own good

february
slow down

everything is coming back to life
all I see is green
trees flourishing

petals fall
the sky is blue
I tell the truth
even when I lie

Hey you
My heart is not clay
And still isn't, whatever you say
You can leave or stay
My heart won't care, not even on the onehundredandone day

I'm a lonely voice broadcasting radio waves into a deaf space

I'm unwillingly hidding in the shadow of all their grace

My emotions are an lonely civilisation in a empty space

My voice is useless when I'm outside their walls screaming at their gates

All that plays again and again is the shapes of my mistakes

While I'm sitting here wasted and displaced, sad I haven't got what it takes

I miss what we never had
I miss the potential love, and what we could have done with that