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Gossamer Jul 2013
I'd always thought you were just a pretty face

a beautiful smile gone to waste

hooked on drugs

and lost from love

I'd always known you were a runaway



I'd always thought that you were a tease

'till I read those words that terrified me

because they were incredible

and beautiful

and they were written by a runaway



You're so close to perfect

and I'd tell you why

but right about now

you're probably high

a beautiful disaster

you're like a slant rhyme

and no matter how hard I try

I can't let myself get away from you

you teenage runaway

I want to run away with you



Shame on me for assuming you weren't smart

now i'm dodging the danger, the poison darts

'cause you're so close to everything

that i think i might need



Shame on me for writing this song

it doesn't feel right, and I know that it's wrong

and i wouldn't dare to believe

that what I dream could be a reality



you're so close to perfect

and I'd tell you why

but right about now

you're probably high

a beautiful disaster

you're like a slant rhyme

and no matter how hard I try

I can't let myself get away from you

you teenage runaway

I want to run away with you



I don't understand you

but I want to

and I want you to know

that I don't give a ****

what you do when you're alone

because I don't want you to be alone



You're such a mystery

you've got a hook on half of me

I'm not sure what i'm seeing when our eyes meet

but i'm praying, i'm praying that it could be

the chance i promised i'd take one day



You're so close to perfect

and I'd tell you why

but right about now

you're probably high

a beautiful disaster

you're like a slant rhyme

and no matter how hard I try

I can't let myself get away from you

you teenage runaway

I want to run away with you



You and your contradictions

you imperial affliction

you teenage runaway

I want to run away with you
Gossamer Jul 2013
the thunder cracks above my head

it shakes me

awakens me

as i lay in bed

but today

i am not afraid



the water floods the quiet street

drowning the secrets i can't keep

carrying words and promises

across the cracked concrete



i find myself on the ground

shake me down

and soak my skin

raindrops try to seep in

but i am waterproof

bulletproof

and today

i am not afraid



i cannot open my eyes

theyre blinded by water from the raging skies

and i listen to the hum of a million melted icicles

as they surround me

they cannot drown me

because today

i am not afraid



in this storm, i will find tranquility

i will achieve

sophrosyne

i will let the rain

wash away

the pieces of me

that i do not need

in this storm, i will find simplicity

i choose to be happy

i will be

sophrosyne
sophrosyne: a greek term for soundness of mind.
Gossamer Jul 2013
If
If broken hearts were broken glass, we'd walk on shattered ground
and if each lie told was a second of silence, we'd never hear a sound.
If every threat, punch, kick, and scream was a color on a wall
a sheer rainbow kaleidoscope would loom over us all.
And if every time you closed your eyes, you had a different dream
would the world be much more peaceful, or just as crazy as it seems?
If you could run back far enough, the air just might be warm;
and the clouds just might turn indigo - the calm before the storm.

— The End —