all the tables
are turned
but
all the chairs
are remained
frozen

©IGMS

To be in a crowd
and still feel alone
to be so lonely in your own presence no amount of people can change it
not knowing who you are
feeling comfort in scars
but not even that last long
so you end up running
running from the loneliness your own presence brings
into painful things
that's why you end up
b  r  e  a  k  i  n  g
to be alone
is the beginning
of the end

All artists are born with magic in them,
They use it to create beautiful things out of thin air
Though I've found that none could ever compare
To that of the wonders by your hands

You were born to shape the world
To twist and bend it to your design
I was surprised when you choose me as your canvas
Molded me to perfection and titled it 'Mine'



You once told me that I was your muse
A body so full of untapped beauty
That it was criminal to hide

I told you I know I'm not much
But I'm all yours, so take me
And rearrange me into something worth your love



You made me feel beautiful and I loved the attention
You told me to close my eyes and use my imagination
And when you gave me wings and told me to fly
I did so without any hesitation



If I would've just opened my eyes
I would've seen the truth
An artist lives off the high of creation
And once they've finished they're through

While my back was turned
And I prepared to take the fall
You were off to find another canvas
Another muse to use up

When I think of you,
My pen cries tears,
And I'm hoping they will send to you
The words I wish I could say,
The words I should have said.

maybe we can all get lost
in each other's sadness
maybe we can all drown
in each other's tears
when our memories have
nothing but wasted years
and once we're all through
maybe we can all go back
to when we weren't blue
but until then
all i have is me
and all you have is you.

Rid us off
of all our
skin,
we are all
same
within

So tell me,
love,
why pick her face
over mine
*when I have loved
you for a far
longer
time?