Her mind was filled with clutter,
Rainy clouds that bellowed thunder.
They loomed above like sad balloons,
On top her heart and head, cruel goons.
Until one day he cleared the clutter,
Took her heart and cleaned its gutters.
The storm clouds in her head then parted,
With his light, her life finally started.

My heart is elated
Just from a few hours
Spent stroking your hair,
Your head in my lap.

What was once a great fire,
Dwindles now, an ember.
The rain keeps falling now,
Threatening it forever.

You shield it with your hands,
Hoping to keep it alive.
I'm ready to put it out,
Let that old flame die.

It consumed us in its day,
Engulfing us both in red.
Now it dreams of crackling,
Its days of burning are long dead.

We were once a great fire,
We dwindle now, in doubt.
The rain has fallen
And we are going out.

Here's to lost memories,

Whispers over the phone,
The boy that saved my life.

Melodies from the heart,
The boy with a knife.

A summer to remember,
The boy that meowed.

Singing in the car,
The boy that never frowned.

Sleepless nights,
The girl I grew up with.

Ghost hunting,
The boy who believed in myths.

Telling me not to hide,
The boy that texted dad.

Secret messages of love,
The boy I never had.

Here's to lost memories...

And the friends that became enemies.

You used to be my friend
A light in the dark,
You promised til the bitter end,
That day in the park.
Now our names are on a bench
Never to be known,
Our friendship in a trench,
Frozen and alone.
I thought that I knew you,
We were two parts of a whole,
Now I can see through
Your callous, dark soul.
Sure I cry for you,
At least who you were,
But I'll build myself anew,
And forget to remember.

To hear you singing in the kitchen,
Not always in tune,
Not always as quiet as you assume,
Fills my heart with bliss.

Life can’t get much better than this.

To hear you belt out a melody,
Sweet in simplicity,
Heard by the entire city,
It’s the sound of a kiss.

Life can’t get much better than this.

My hands are shaking,
Heart is racing,
Butterflies in my chest.
My knees are quaking,
Feet are pacing,
Speech not at it’s best.

My mouth is drying,
Ears ringing,
Too much energy in reserves.
I’m really trying
Soul singing,
I’m just a bundle of nerves.

The dirt rises far up above my head
The worms laugh; I will soon be dead.
My shovel is far beyond my grasp
Filth fills up my lungs as I gasp.
Who’s hand to lift me from this cold grave?
Who’s but the one which to all I gave.
But this saving hand no longer comes
Dirt continues to gag my lungs.
How can I escape this hole I made
When I created this fate

With shovel and *****?

You sit alone
A thousand miles away,
A fake, cold drone
You aren’t worth the things I say.

You won’t remain
In my life love has run dry,
This old disdain
This constant question of why.

You will pretend
Try to care and fail so quick,
This is the end
You fake, heartless, selfish *****.