If I could rest every one of his burdens on my shoulders
I'd do it.
They're scarred and battered and broken
( just like him ),
but I am sure he would still call them beautiful-
or, I hope he does, at least,
so I can call him out on his hypocrisy.

Let it be known;
I breathe, not to be fixed by you,
but to find a way to help
put you back together
and I am not scared of your
wolves nor
your roar.

I'll be patiently awaiting this moment,
with my amour shed and my hammer steady,
and I swear I'll do it-
- gladly.

thoughts of the future scare me
always have, always will
how can they not?
never knowing when it's my turn to go
when it's my turn to leave earth
not knowing if i will see old age
not knowing if my dreams will come true
it scares me like nothing else
the future is a mystery
today is a burden
yesterday was hell
i don't know where i am anymore

Encountered by chance,
seeking out the thrill,
Stepping over ideas,
swallowing the pill.

Piercing the hourglass,
the sands of time are sold.
No turning back,
there is a story to be told.

Today I feel broken.
I'm carving up pieces of myself
offering them to everyone in an attempt
to make myself forget and help them

Today I'm getting smaller.
As I offer more pieces and he,
Who usually puts them back,
Takes them without question

Today I am sad without reason
Today I want him to know that
Today I cannot seem to show it
Never am I able to say it


Today I am a closed book
I expect him to read me
I cannot seem to yield my pages
I cannot open myself

Today I am a closed book
Today I am sad without reason
Today I am getting smaller
Today I feel broken

Today... depression.

S-Sprightly hues adorn the landscape
P-Perfectly these lovely colors do drape
R-Reds yellows and purple amid the streams
I-Ideal is this palette's tincture of dreams
N-No season more gorgeous than spring
G-Glories aplenty it doth ever bring

Sky has put on her pink blush for one more try
Persistence is now her middle name
And if you don't think she's beautiful
then you **** well better think again

If the time wouldn't have been now
maybe to me he'd be different
I might believe that he and I were meant to be
my blood might pump a little faster and my knees would most likely get weak
If the time wouldn't have been now
id be blind to see
the desperate need of love from me
id be obsessed with what he could do to me

She sat on the shore line with a shell to her ear.
Wanting the sound of the sea to reveal,
if her sweetheart were anywhere near.
Sadly, as she clutched it so close to that ear.
She feared never would she see him again,
after his trip to Port au Spain.
Her pain,
it so fiercely burned into her side .
As she somehow realised,
that his love was maybe denied.

And she cried until the setting sun ,
fell from the sky.
When all was  said and done.
Walked and walked til she was gone.
The sun did set,  
he and her henceforth met.
Over the foam, they did roam,
The fisherman and his lost lover
(c) Livvi

You there,
with your body laid
& your head rested
on your tear soaked pillow.
With the stains of unforgivable acts forced upon your body.
With the scars of abusive lovers,
with sharp tongues.
  
Yes you.
You deserve love.

With your battered bones
that creak & rattle,
with somber hymns
of hidden shame & hopelessness.
With insecure tastes
in your mouth,
that make you curse your being.

Yes you.
You deserve love.

With your desperation
& all your fears.
With your desire to awaken
from your fallacies of comfort.
From the caucus of neglect
that they left you to rot in.
Even though you may not know.

You. Yes you.
You deserve love.

I'll bottle up the fragrant sea breeze
into tufts of baleen.
Scooping up secluded.
While pressing frequent calls of
loneliness into the fabrics of air
inside of us.
Breaking up the ice sheet
with a warm heart.
Joined by precious
ocean lull.
Ice holding moments
that already passed us.
Poor some whiskey in
let us release the past.