There is no manual for love That's what hurts the ******* most I don't know anything Why I'm here What I'm doing The steps to make this all alright I cannot depend on contradictory articles Should I leave Should I stay Should I try again Should we talk about it in the morning There is no manual for love I should stop searching But I continue to
Sitting silent Watching, hoping, Asking, wishing, Begging to be noticed Wanting to be helped But knowing ignorance Of the situation Of destitution That falls upon The unfortunate Invisible
It wasn’t lightning Nor a forest fire Not a storm that shook The depths of a tower It was a wave that built up Bit by bit through edges and Jagged formations Like all the months that led Up to this It was the sweet song of salvation I tasted on your lips Made me pick up the pieces yet again To form a whole No longer just a hole A dash of evergreen on a silent winter night - Holy night This.
When teardrops stay in your eyes Its pretty poetic, don’t you think? I used to be afraid of letting them fall But now I let them stay for seconds So that I know how it feels to feel The value of split seconds