The words you're meant to hear For one reason or another Won't come to fruition Is it for the fear of everything I've imagined? Or the ugly truth that hides beneath. Both options don't seem plausible In my head So I'd rather get stuck Somewhere in the middle
An addiction born out of concern Administered by the ones meant to heal I was not supposed to survive Born months before my departure Somehow I feel responsible for what you’ve done Too young to utter my concern What is adolescence, when you're absorbing all the tragedies around you?
At a show It’s 12:05am Why are there still people here? I looked up and saw a girl She was wearing the earrings You always wear I wondered why you weren’t here with me Standing by my side It’s not like you ever did Just a beautiful envision in my head Of what would make my life easier Stand by my side and hold my hand.
I haven’t felt the need to write like this in awhile You must be something really special I feel as if I must get these words out Or I’m gonna choke on my thoughts I never believed in a god That is till I met you I’ve been praying for a sign Something to get me through this I believe that sign is you
To let go of my misery. To let go of my depression. Is to let go of everything I've ever had, I've ever worked for. Even though this is misery, this is also comfort. I wanna let go. But I can't
Look me in the eyes and tell me what I’m feeling isn’t real You can’t Although these feeling might not be reciprocated I can’t help them I’ll look you in the eyes And tell you I love you You’ll either turn and walk the other way Or look deeper into my eyes And say I’ve been waiting for you to come clean I love you too
Let me show you what you’ve been missing. The things everyone notices when they come across you But you fail to see We all have a little self doubt But you’re to perfect to be staring at the reflection of someone else. The mirror isn’t broken But I’d put the shards back together with bloodied hands just to show you the reflection of who you truly are.
Sorta like my detector for love I guess this is how I really know if I’m into someone First I start to feel off The days begin to fade into each other I don’t know where one starts and begins I sleep off the confusion only to Wake up More lost. I don’t feel adequate enough for someone To love me I’ll give you my all Rip my heart out Blood over your hands Take whatever you want But I don’t know if I’ll ever get it back
It seems as if everyone has someone but me All I have is my art It get pretty lonely here I can't fall asleep next to my art I can't surprise my art with flowers I can't confide in my art It seems as if I'm the only one forgotten about All I can do is feel But I don't know if I want to feel anymore
You haven’t heard from me because I’m afraid I’ll run out of words to say. Talking to you is eaiser said than done. Preserving my sentences so I don’t choke on my thoughts
There was this weird tingling feeling as if I smoked to many cigarettes on an empty stomach. Once these feelings subdued I was greeted by a lovely smile and beautiful blue eyes. For the first times things felt right, I’ve made this mistake before but I just knew. No anxiety or apprehension just solely being in the moment. After that wonderful day I was reluctant to part ways as if we’d never cross paths again. Will I see again?
I always tend to have this desire when I adore someone. But something about you is different. As if all the flowers in my garden had no scent until I picked yours. I fear the smell fading away sooner than it hit my senses. The petals will fall and the flower will decay before it blooms again. I have to let nature run it course and I will see the true beauty to come.
I don’t care if the sun doesn’t rise. If the snow falls and doesn’t melt Just be there The cold crisp air has made our petals fragile. We will crumble from the slightest touch Just be there When there is nothing left All I ask is to replant my seeds So I can grow again
What is time? When this was the only thing that meant Anything to me What is time? When the clock is going the wrong way Regressing into my past self Fading into the person I never wanted to be Again You brought me back down Taught me The clock ticked for awhile But it shattered
I want to be your favorite tv show I want to be the blue dice on your rearview mirror I want to be the words in your favorite quote I want to be the folded page in that book so you wont lose your spot I want to be something you'll hold, touch, feel and cherish I want to be yours
I miss the 4am drives home I loved reminiscing how great life was The only car on the road But things were going so well I miss those nights where only minutes prior I was at peace laying with you I don't think It'll feel the same With anyone else
You'll forget their face only a matter of time You'll forget their name only a matter of time I'll forget the way she looked at me I'll forget the way she talked I'll forget the perfume she wore I'll forget the color of her Blue eyes and Black nails But is that the truth?
Was I not the better choice? What made them better then me? If it's change you want I'm willing to become a different Person If it means once again I'll be the Better choice Anything to just Feel wanted Again
Questo è per te Questo è per te Cambieresti? Cambieresti? La tua mente Se sapessi Questo era tutto per te Stiamo parlando in lingue. Non posso tradurre
If I told you my secret, would you feel the same? Would we share the same intimacy? Is it really a secret when It's begging to be told. Secrets feel like some type of forbidden mystery. Trapt away never to be told. Only those who witnessed it know. But you witnessed it and still do not. It won't be my secret forever It'll soon be yours too.
Glide your fingers slowly across my skin The feeling like rose petals upon my grave Something beautiful to heal this nightmare. Make me feel whole again Just for a little while Until that feeling is gone.
Everyday It eats away at me more and more. Like some type of beautiful parasite. The words I’m aching to say will never come Rip them out of me Make me say What I cannot.
I'll hold your hand until you let go. The tighter you hold on the longer I'll stay. But to be honest if our hands lost grip I'd still stay. My hands are forever intertwined in yours. Even if your small fingertips lose touch I will stay. I will be mindful of the color or your nails. And the tremble of your hands from nervousness. When you let go just remember I'll be waiting for you.
The petals on your roses have long fell off. I’ll be there to plant new seeds. My flowers have decayed. But yours will bloom. I just hope we can share the same water When even if I’m dying. The stained red petals on your roses will bring me back to life.