There's this glass cylinder full of water
inside my chest
it quivers and shakes lately
when people talk
and try to reach out
and touch
threatening to break and spill
green seaweed and red and goldfish
from my eyes down to my feet
to tangle around my ankles
and disappear into the shower drain
till I find new ones

Its strummed by his fingers.
The weight I bear every day.
Its killing me
but I know that he can do no wrong
untill their voices came along
the same pain,
its killing me
a million stars
aiming at me.
burning me
my pain, my letters read outloud.
everybody knows,
The weigh i bear everyday
is shared.
By the million stars.

Violin
How I long to hear your song
When the bow is strummed against your skin
I feel my inner soul within.
How it makes me feel alive, free and strong.
My heart beats with you. My eyes are on you. You've got my soul with you.
I long after more
But the bow moved wrong
I felt the sky crashing down.
Ruining your skin.
I long to hear your song.
I hear a tone of it now and then.
But the feeling isnt there.
I fear you got it all wrong.
Even though your voice is in my dreams.