The perfect tint of blue lies in the sky as I roll my windows down in the car,
The breeze feels right on my bronze tinted skin.
The sun lays a kiss apon my cheek,
All that feels right in the world leaves me with a smile of joy,
The humming of nature plays melodies to my ears,
yet my heart isn't touched by that very noise.
All that's right, and all that's perfect in the world is nothing without you.
Luck has entered in my world without you, but without you I'm unlucky.
Paradoxes play a role with our twisted faith,
Are we meant to ever be, or our we meant to cut of losses,
Should I just listen to the melodies of the birds chirping of love, and hope?
Should I listen to the wind, run free and miss the bittersweet hope that could of been us...
The sun shines bright in the orbit of our world, the sky illuminates in a calming blue of hope, and love
The wind screams freedom, as the birds fly with love...
My sky isn't blue without you.

I want to feel the summer time breeze as it sweeps through my hair,
The warmth of the sun that makes my skin smile,
The way the sky looks in it's prime time of happiness,
The way the wind blows as I ride my bike,
The time when the beach is filled with hopefull smiles, dreams, and good vibes,
The perfect nights filled with smoke, music and conversations from the bonfire built by friends,
The way the stars make me think as they shine in the dark,
The endless nights filled with laughs, love, and memories..
The times when where young, free, and wild,
The mornings that we regret, from one to many beers.
The gold bronze color my skin turns after a day by the pool,
The glass of wine I enjoy, with good company,
The summer I'll remember, as I leave the nest.

I wanna feel ******* happy with everything in me.
The more I try to reach it, the more I get lost,
What the **** is actual happiness...?
How long does it stay, and when does it arrive?
The negatives always out right the positives, but why?
Why is negativity so strong, and happiness is so weak?
Who is actually happy..

Our bodies were too close for comfort not to touch,
My breath laid heavy as you grabbed my heart
Your lips were bitter, just like the beer you drank that night,
My head was spinning.
I hate you,
I love you,
I miss you so much.
Silence became a paradox that night,
Wrongs became right,
And right became wrong.
We felt alone as we were in a room filled with fouls,
The past seeks the future, as the present lives for the past.
Guilt is eating me out alive of the memory of that night,
A fog hits my room, to agree with my head.
It's a love game,
No more bets.

When did life hit the pivot of complication?
As we people sit here and scrutinize our pain,
We deliberately convince ourselves, nothing good will come.
We began to lose faith in good, because misfortune trumps the little rewards of lemons,
The world is gold and so is life.
The mind plays tricks and so do the eyes.
The pivot will disappear when one makes lemonade even without sugar.