I am an open book for you to read
Just take a look at the pictures if you like
It's much too boring for you now
You've seen it a thousand times over
Occasionally I alter the colours
But it makes no difference
I want to tell a new story
To watch the light glisten in your eyes
Just one last time.

Dreams
Delicate personal creativity
Open the seed and you'll see her
Cocooned within herself, alone
Her dreams are kept contained
These thought bubbles may pierce reality
Repetitively smashed
Picking up the pieces gets harder
It would be easier to just leave them there.

Picture perfect memories
Whispy sweet monologues
The ounce I have left of you
In jars they were sealed
Suffocating for remembrance
You are still there, an echo
Only an echo
Like free spirits they now run
Seeping into every thought bubble
These precious jewels
An angelic mask of destruction
Erase them from my mind
Take them away
They are too heavy in my hands.

Beneath it all, there you were
A silent siren, undiscovered
A perfect fit to these unfulfilled dreams
We tick as one clock,
Time muffled by your melodic pulse
The beautiful song of reality
With love comes the boulder of fear
A confession, a burden chained to these fantasies
That this heart will be left out to suffocate
Preserve this heart from destruction
These scars are too familiar with the mending process.