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                     "You're in love with love.

                                        You don't love anyone."













































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                                                             stars are the body your face is
                                                             the wings that crowd,
                                                             by pinions brilliant,
                                                             heaven's perfectly eternal neatness





















































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I miss you
There I said it
Those words I promised to keep a secret
Locked away in my heart
Yearning to see the sun
To escape and tell everyone
My deepest secrets
And as I see you with her
Its then when I realize
I was stupid
And wrong
Because I remember
Your kiss
Your soft kiss that made my heart leap
When your soft lips connected with mine
And they danced
Oh they danced
Like two lovers dancing the night away
Because even though they both knew they should leave
They had each other
And that's all that mattered

I stay up at night thinking about the first time
You said you loved me
And I remember
The way your eyes lit up
After you finished forcing the words out
Because even though you meant every word that left your mouth right then and there
You were nervous
And I remember that because
After the words escaped your mouth
You kissed me
But this kiss was different
This kiss was so much more
It meant so much more

And I couldn't help but laugh
When your nervousness got the best of you
And you tripped
And we fell
You on top of me
And I remember this
Because it was then that I knew
You were all I need

And I so desperately wish I could have that back
But I ruined it
I was wrong
It wasn't for the best
I just didn't want to be broken

So now I get to sit here
Watching you be happy with her
Doing everything you did with me
But that's how it works I guess
So I'll just follow along with the script
Because its the only thing I can do
And its all I will do
For the rest of my life
I just have to face the fact
That I am and forever will be
*Heartbroken

On the first day, it's easy.
On the second day it gets hard
and on the third day, you're dead.
Try to fight your own impulses
try to forgive yourself for what you do
and you're dead.
It always kills you.
Try not to think of words like agony  
Try not to think of her body or smell
It always kills you.
As soon as they're gone, as soon as they leave you,
the first day is easy.
You feel free and you feel new.
You feel like you have anything you want.
On the second day it gets harder.
When you can no longer see the horizon
you lose faith in its existence.
No one was ever looking at you
like you thought they were.
And on the third day you're dead.
Do not let it **** you.
Do not open your hand, not for anyone.
Stay clenched. Stay pure and real and
hard to look at.
Accept adventure and fear and pain
let them scar you
and leave you
and you will find the horizon
and you will fall away from the pain
or the fear or the shame.
There will be nothing but meadows
empty and endless
and waiting for you.

There is no sense in this world anymore
I feel sore
Seeing people being all the same
It looks like I am to blame

Personality,
A word that doesn't exists in our dictionaries anymore
Creativity was pruned out
Like the hair on the soldier's head

Money is all they think about
I can't carry out
They are making insane
Making me not the same

You cannot save time in a bottle,
that's not something a bottle can do.
Sure, time can be lost there
and loves are divorced there-
but saving time, bottles can't do.

For those who spend time in a bottle
will wonder where time has got to.
Time won't be found there,
perhaps a good wine there
is sufficient to compensate you.

And as for "the box made for wishes
and dreams that will never come true."
They will put you inside
and there you will bide
till Gabriel's playing for you.

You cannot keep time in a bottle
experience taught me that's true.
Perhaps whiskey or rye
and a slow way to die
but time will not stand still for you.