there's a warmth somewhere,
there's a feeling down there
i'd hope you would care
about how i'd fare
about how i'd bear
without you.

i wish you love, love, love me
because i need, need, need you
so badly, i love you
but i know you never felt the same
it feels like i'm pouring my heart out
and you're tipping the glass over
telling me my intentions are half empty,
but i was half full.
even if you tell me lies,
i still listen obediently
even if you leave me to die,
i still wait patiently.
like a pathetic dog, i must follow
i love endlessly, obsessively,
i can't let you go, out of my mind
i wish you were mine,
but you care not for me.
so i must watch on the sidelines
waiting, for you to accept my heart with open arms
i dream for that day,
though i know it will never come
i will wait for you to take my hand
and wipe away the wounds and scars
and make me feel alive again, with your touch
i will wait a thousand days, a thousand years,
for you, i would do anything, and everything.
even if you don't feel the same,
i feel something.
because in the end, i have only you,
my one and everything,
without you,
i am nothing.

it's ten o'clock.
the cycle never stops.
it continues on and on,
just like your boring speeches
just like your silly mannerisms
and your false pretences.
when will you learn to stop, sailor?
when will you rip your sail,
and disrupt your winds?
when will you learn to fly, dove?
when will you steal your dream,
and discard your wings?
i don't think you will ever learn
you will continue on this path,
and i can't look away.
i can watch. i can only, as it all burns,
watch.

goodness, goodwill,
it's all apart of god's will.
live, love,
loving thyself, should be enough.
sometimes, it doesn't feel like it's enough,
but i brush those thoughts aside,
like discarded pen knives,
the sting of the thinking still brings a sense of melancholy
i think i think too much for my little head
so i must say,
i must say-
goodbye!

sleepy and dozing
i dream of another world
another life where we are happy
where you loved me dearly
when i could call your name sweetly
and hold your hand as we dash along the fields
into the joyful times ahead
but i wake up, and remember-
you're gone.

i'm so tired
of everything
of waking up everyday
realising there's nothing left for me
you're gone, far far away from me
now i'm all alone, and no one loves me.

i think it's squeezing-
for an answer
for a drop of lemon
for the birth of another
this sensation brings so much-
painful
souring
life.