I dreamt last night
of a place far away,
of a place where
flowers grew from our hearts
and the skies glowed
with understanding

Before you met her
You were whole
And after she left
You were left scattered in pieces
Across the room

This place is not a home
this is a place
full of
hate and regret

I can feel
a hurricane
building
and
building
inside of my mind

I want to get lost in your eyes,
so lost that I can't
find my way out and
will never again worry
about finding
my way into them

we all strive for perfection,
and to not have any flaws;
though I find that flaws
are perfection
in it's truest form.

it's almost like
rocks

rocks that keep
piling

piling inside of
me

Every
secret
was
put
into
a
bottle

And
a
cork
locked
them
away

my mind
starts
filling
and filling
with thoughts
and eventually
i'm underwater

I'd be lying
if I said
you didn't
cross my mind
from time
to time

it's the cold winter nights
that make me think of you
of what we had
of what we were
of what we could have been