Soon, the lights will dim Soon, the moon will flash - snapping lightbulb Keep close, the sight will be gone soon
When she said she was leaving I had nothing to say The door opened The door shut And the wind whipped the jagged rocks Of the tumultuous bay
Bags beneath the eyes Chicken feet for hands Attention to detail Getting me nowhere
Nights spent staring through bent glass Grass bending like uncertain love Promises so fragile and flawed like we are A last request for the ******
And when tests turn temperatures south Mouth puckering due to dryness The ocean weeps tears of ignorance Wondering why it was born with so much power
Painted moon silver terrace cast in slivers Procrastinating beauty, you are the skyline Forever, never ending, never dying Eternally sleeping while awake and dreaming
A fresh start A new day An absent smile A backwards glance
To take this dance underneath black match sky A man away from wife tethered to a lie Even work loads bury the mind in material temptations The ink-less pen drops into man's need for manifestations
Yet, through the solid sheets of grey Bay mist I continue to trample over the cold sidewalks kiss Seeking no end, I hold no beginning An unmarked grave with no need for saving
Over the hill and through the trees The river runs west towards the ocean. And I saw the white froth; the tips of the waves; Their edges a sharpened razor and butcher blade; And witnessed a place not be controlled,
I don’t like you. When the wind blows and I think of you, I hate it. I don’t like you in a way that you always make me worry. I don’t like you because when I really miss you, you’re still not missing me. I don’t like you like my eyes; they’re no good for me, I don’t like it when you’re the only one I see. I cry. I sleep. I wake up. I think of you, and I hate it. I don’t like it because it only reminds me of how you love someone else when in fact I’m here, waiting for you. I don’t like you like the moon, which disappears when the morning comes. I don’t like you. I hate you. I don’t like you when you smile at me, you’re only taking my breath away, I don’t like it because I know those smiles are not made for me. But most of all, I hate you so much because you’re still making me fall in love. I don’t like you! I don’t like you simply because I love you!
While you were gone, I was dreaming fantastic dreams, that make you seem, ordinary.
And in these dreams, So it seems, I met the ocean deep below, He grabbed me hold and told me he'd never let me go.
Why choose land when you can have the sea? I'm just a summer's breeze Rippling the water occasionally But he admired my company (that's enough for me)
So I'm diving into the deep dark blue To the parts of him no one knew Purely encompassed in wavy conversation The shivery conversations made of vibrations
*"And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep."
Her eyes opened wide. she looked inside of me as if she didn't care I felt a moment there when we connected.
Her words dissected me chopped me up and inspected me and though I felt her there I wondered did she care?
She took me up and shook me up I couldn't do a thing 'cept maybe sing a love song. Was that wrong of me could she not see what she did to me?
And that is how things stand I want to take her by the hand and whisper in her ear run my fingers through her hair. I stare into some distance at something that isn't there and I see the look within her eyes And know she doesn't care.