Cozy and comforted,
His words a calm breeze against her ear
Leave me not, my dear
For I am nothing
Without you

Come inside,
It’s far too cold for you,
Fragile skin exposed to snow
You and i both know
You want to come inside

At the end of the day
Slumping myself into bed
Out of tears
Missing the familiar stream
I guess my skin will cry tonight,
Silver painting red
Feeling numb in bed
Finally the refreshing sting
Closing my eyes
Whispering under my breath,
“**** everything”

Music devours me.
Every note
Every verse,
Chips away at my existence
Until I’m lost in its rythme

How is it that I miss you
Before you’ve even left?
Trying not to waste our time,
But the words start to carry less meaning.
The absence of conversation
Means the most,
Because those are the moments we take
To think about each other.

The echoes of my silence
Brush past your sorrow filled face
When old photos fix
Broken memories of kept promises
The satisfaction of good doing
Keeps us hidden
From the truthful lies,
The orange grass and
Purple clouds,
Upside down living
Is the hell of many people
That's what makes us scared,
Of dying

When time passes and I haven't moved
I wonder why I stay still
And as I look at my answer-wounds
Caused by your piercing questions,
I find a piece of my mind I lost a while ago.

I found a note
Reminding myself to be angry,
So I stand up and try to see my future,
But all these colourful sounds murmur blindness.