The grass is green
The sky is blue
A rose is red
There is comfort in my bed

The crickets chirp
The night bird sings
I think of you
Hearing all these things

The house lights off
The stars they shine
And the moon is white
For all of this I say goodnight.

We were so close

I had you right at the tips of my fingers
like the shore is to the sea
now we are separated by miles and space
like the wolf is to the moon
though I see her we will not be
so I'll cry in the night when no one else can see

so how do you know if you are heartbroken?

do you have the sinking feeling in your stomach,
or is it in the chest that feels like an anchor that scrapes?
do you badly want to touch his face,
and then cry because you cant?
do you wish to see him in your dreams,
and feels a little bit happy the moment you do?
do you know where to begin,
cos you are missing him?
do you cry on the bathroom floor,
in the midnight or before you sleep?
do you cry for all the maybe's,
maybe there's someone else?
do you pity your heart,
for how much hurt it can carry?
do you crave for his touch,
and the way it made you feel?
do you want to hear his laugh,
and the way his eyes smile?
do you still believe in love's magic,
the way you believed in him?
do you ache for the words he said,
the words you held so dear?
do you feel blank and blah,
and your world starts, falling?
do you avoid everything else,
that will take you back on him?
do you look back on the memories,
as they starts flashing?
do you tell yourself that it's going to be okay,
but sadly, you do not know when?
do you crave and crave and crave more,
until you fall into your sleep?
do you wish to God to bring him back,
even tho not knowing if it is right?
do you feel like you need to survive,
and wake up to feel it over again?
do you feel like you are dying,
but other times you are dead?
do you feel like these words weren't enough
to describe what you feel or
do you feel like you looked like intact,
but still never the same?

My intent wasnt to fall in love.
But you pushed me.
Now all at once Im falling into oblivion

and there you stand, steady, and fully aware of what youve done and proud of what has come as a consequence.

I hope he knows that I care
that I'm wishing I were there
beside the tall boy that I just
couldn't help but fall into.