Atop a mountain
Cold weather
I shiver, I shiver.
A sun sets
With golden gates
To enter us into the night.
I whisper,
“I need you, I need you”.
But you could not hear me.

For, the mountain was wrapped in trees,
That ate every word I breathe.
The roots claimed our feet
Grounded us to retreat.
As the golden gates deplete
I whispered, “I need you”.
But you could not hear me.

Atop a mountain  
Cold weather
I shiver, I shiver
I am grounded by your greed.
As I watched the golden gates drown into the night.
I whispered, “ I don’t need you”.

You sit across from me
Arms open
Lips laced with words to say
We drink our coffee
The only thing stopping me
From reaching out and kissing you
Is fear.
The only thing stoping me
From telling you I love you
Is I’m afraid to say it.
It, is truth.
Like lilac lovers in a summers rain
Like lavender bouquets to keep us sane
It, is truth.
Truth, to new blooms.
Truth, to our youths.
Truth, to me and you.
A wallflower with wild daisy
But, I just sit across from you,
Arms open,
Lips laced with words unsaid,
And we drink our coffee.
No truth.

I could cry.
Cause tonight I had such a amazing night,
Screaming at the top of my lungs.
Blissfully dancing in the blue venue lights.

But you are at home with her in your bed.
Laughing at things we have already done,
Things we have already said.
And I feel so alone in this.
Like it was all in my head.

I am blissfully dancing alone tonight.
Vibing to my own beat in the blue venue lights.
But images of you play repeat in my head,
Again and again and again.

Cause you are at home with her in your bed.
Laughing at things we have already done,
Things we have already said.
And I feel so alone in this.
Like it was all in my head.

And I could cry.
Cause tonight I had such a amazing night,
Screaming at the top of my lungs.
Blissfully dancing in the blue venue lights.

But when I go home, I am alone.

Sometimes the world is all too much.
Other times it is simply not enough.
It is overwhelmingly beautiful that way.

I want to understand you
&maybe if you gave yourself some time,
you could understand me too.

...I guess I’m afraid
That maybe you don’t see me.
Do you see my colors?

But what are we, if we do not feel?