The flowers are closing to rest,
The fresh breeze is wandering through the rooms,
There's me with my book and my mother is cooking.
The moments held the joy and the atmosphere was surreal to the point of belief, now, my friends have grown up but my love is besides me, I'm kind of 25 now.
I'm tearing up because a person needs interaction, but be your own best friend and find closure in your own nest.
The windowsill was darkening and the blue tones slipped from my desk to the white walls, mirroring the evening.
I was reading that line, that says "we go bankrupt by the age of 30....but to feel nothing, what a waste"
And it is a waste. But burning out would be too much to give of myself, they already took away my childhood.
I'm going to lay down, it's the end of June and I'm holding who's mine, perfect for me and perfect for her.
We're old but still young.
No poetical expressions needed, I'm here and this time I'm better than ever.

This morning I woke up to a grey sky and my alarm,
I certainly must do what they like, stand up, go ahead, start my day,
With a grin on my face, make breakfast, do something and sleep again.
I don't have the freedom, don't have the space, don't feel like sitting here for the rest of my day...
The only light that keeps shining is when I play, I talk to her, I say,
"I'm gonna meet you in a month. But still, be careful"
                                          Emanuel 23:49

It's like a cage but I move within the borders, it's this whole new renaissance here, we educate, we read.
I am changing, I am smiling, sometimes sighing, mostly lying in my bed, this thing that keeps me safe kills me at the same time.

My body hurts, my legs are stuck and rooted into the carpet of this home. The floor is cold, I'll sit at home and watch the news.

I'm waiting for the re-release, still I want the problems to cease,
"Ok, I'm on the bus, I'll be there in 15 minutes. Do you have a mask on?"                                             
               ­                           Her 9:20

Have you ever wanted something...
So badly, so honestly, wanted to feel it physically?

Have you ever thought about...
Achieving it, touching it, living it endlessly?

Do you ever think about the...
Past, the present, and the future that comes,
The hand, the eyes, the time as it runs?

Do you ever hold back...
A word, a sentence, a gesture, expression,
A feeling, an action, or building up tension?

Do you ever imagine...
Physical presence, emotional touch, a smile or a gaze, that's waking you up?

I'm dancing at the disco, for you, out of jealousy,
Catching your eye so quickly,
We'll talk when we're out of here,
Swaying on the street, still dancing a little bit.

You're like a mystery, and I want to solve history,
By the pool, we'll eat some fruit,
Sugary like peaches, the taste of honey reaches,
But then you step back and smile with your eyes.

Little time and many things still to do,
Many things to say to you
Burning love that eats me as a whole,
I'll wait for you at my front door.

You are one not to lose, you're one to be kept,
Talking with you in the dark while you slept,
Wandering through waterfalls with you,
Riding our bikes and crossing our paths.

We're approaching the station,

                           hand in hand

             I'm crying

By the fireplace.

Supressed feelings, this is unimaginable pressure.
Roaming around with happiness, with the greatest treause,
Though I'm showing it slightly,
that never lets me get as loose.

Hiding it and hiding it, unintentionally and uncontrollably,
Creates the biggest void, and maybe leaves you wih some ruins of what you used to be.
It's hard living in a world where I'm not like I want to be...

I need some screws, a little help, to put myself back together,
And I have to be careful, to not make myself sadder.

I know, I know, somewhere under These layers I won't see a void,
But I'm going to be complete as I used To be.

Your hands are the bandages,
And your look is the antidepressant.

Your words are my therapy,
Your smile is my charity.

Your laugh is my prescription,
Your touch is my injection.

Your stare is my remedy,
Your love is my recovery.

Self-destruction is a way to ease pain,
But it's only feeding the rain,
you're causing.

You've got to step out of love,
Step into mud,
For what?

It's a habit that's hard to let go of,
But easier to not know of,
If you have it.

Just lean in for help,
It's on the way,
For you.

You can ease your pain as much as you want to.