We look upon each other
Drawing in the attraction
Wondering what’s beyond the skin
Inadequacy is sometimes found
Once we’ve pierced the heart within…

What if what makes us who we are
A total package if you prefer
Gives away our true kind
Decreasing  the images’ worth
Creating a change of mind…

A peek inside the soul
Could be all we need to see
Sealing the fate of charm
A face that’s average to the eye
Has the heart to unravel and disarm…

If you look at all the masterpieces artists have created
Whether paint or pen, marble or clay,
Or perhaps the dust from the ground
We see many imperfections
But overall beauty may astound

sounds like
a crazy circus
bass dropping
and
i am all alone
in myself.

The problem lies with me
     because it's either I don't know when to stop
     or i choose to let go at the exact moment
                        you hope I'd stay

I hope I learn that I am not as invincible
as I think and that I am not the only one
hurting, God, i keep wondering why the
pain never stops, but did i ever even pause
and look away at my blood-filled hands,
stop feeling disgusted by the mere sight of
        hot, red trails dripping against my skin
        when not even 2 meters beside me is
               the knife that i used to stab, stab,
               stab you in the back?

dear god i am a, i am a
   -- i tried to stop feeling so sorry
      for myself but im drowning and trembling
      still and everything's a ******* mess but
      yet, but yet, yet, i gasped
           you're still there
           with your hand wide open, patient,
           kind, still waiting for me to accept it

           but i pushed you away, called you names,
           making me want to claw my skin with
           the fingers that burned against yours and
           forced me to bruise my lips that called
           you lies
  
  i'm so sorry i am a mess
  when you thought i was the best

So much emphasis on time.
We spend our lives counting time.
Rolling wheels to the next road sign.
Yet we sometimes forget.
*That its all in our minds

I giveth her mine heart
I giveth one mine all
I make to many mistakes
Tis,
She still wants me after all!!!

She scrolls upon mine writings
As I gather her beauty by her eyes,
Were two of the same proverbs
For eachother were the curing tide!!

Surrounded by birds
making orchestral music
I soar high with them

Same **** just another day from the seed you planted inside my brain, those four words that haunt me still today. Now I'm just a lost cause trying to find meaning in this world, broken hearted from some green eyed girl. But I find comfort in strangers the quick hellos and goodbyes no mess to clean up after because I'm still a mess if that matters. Im growing cold without the sun to keep me warm im growing cold from this non-inflicted harm. From this heartbreak that I feel every single day from the friends that disappear like evaporating water in the air only to come back for a brief season when it rains. Im lost and I feel alone but I know with time... All wounds heal.