Your eyes are filled with


Broken promise and empty


Lies about your life

I hope we forget all of our passwords
So we cannot delete our Facebook posts.
I hope we still remember good ol' Myspace;
I hope we're haunted by our Twitter ghosts.

I hope that we'll go back and click on pictures
That we took on Apple Photobooth
I hope I will remember that one status
Said I was 'in a relationship' with you.

I hope we leave them open for our children
I hope they'll laugh at how we're old
I hope they'll look back at our high school photos.
I hope we'll reminisce on videos.

I hope that we'll go back and click on pictures
That we took on Apple Photobooth
I hope someday I'll tweet about that one time
When I was 'in a relationship' with you

Nineteen and my only problem is feeling,
It tires and tears me at the seams,
As if I should be a structure so perfect,
Even I wish I knew what this means,

But I know what to compare with a glance and a glare,
Like I don’t know the face of a lie,
And I’m sure she’s pretty and standing next to me,
While I’m as boring as that train ride to truth,

Matters will never matter when I get there,
As though I’m your truth and you’re still scared,
I would beg you to forget me if you can accept honesty,
Then nineteen and feelings wouldn’t be so hard, honestly...

I sat down in the shower
It was only a moment, but it felt like an hour
The rain poured down my back
My body was consumed by a panic attack
The water mixed in with the tears that I wept
Overwhelming me from all of the secrets I kept
My sobs a cacophony with the pitter patter of drops
Little black ink stains from my eyes turned to spots
Splattering onto my ankles and my pale clenching hands
I slowly drained away, no longer solid, just sand
A fragile little thing in that shower, I was
Stripped away and torn up, never really
                      
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                                                          *d

One day our hands will intertwine into a beautiful melody of rugged innocence. And our love will run through heads and sit at our feet.
You won't even question it, neither will I.

We are notorious for preferring the simple.

One day something in both of our brain will click and then the pavement from your door to mine won't seem so boring.

One day.......

Ever have those moments,
Where you just let everything build,
And from the littlest things,
You break?

"I'd be more of a morning person,
If I got to wake up next to you."
Instead of slapping my alarm until it shuts up,
And dragging myself into the shower,
I'd roll over,
And look into your eyes.
Just laying there...
Staring and forgetting the rest of the world.
You'd smile and say "Good morning!"
Yes... A very good morning.

BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZZZ!
I roll over to state at my pillow.
"One day..." I say as I hit my alarm clock until the buzzing stops.
I hop out of bed and trudge into the bathroom
I study myself in the mirror.
Frizzy hair...
Plain pajamas...
I continue to stare.
"...Good morning..." I say to my reflection.

I am traveling through a land
of secrets and hidden feelings

the road I walk is dark and silent
and I can't see the end