You do this every time someone cares about you,
Pushing them as far away as they can go.
You're like the waves, always coming and going, with different emotions attached.
Sometimes you bring different objects on shore,
Some good and some bad-but always unknown.

You refuse to let me clean the junk from your shores,
To help maintain a clean sea.
Why won't you let me help you?
Can't you see the boy you thought was so much like yourself,
Is only telling you the lies you crave to be truth?

He's like all the rest,
Throwing trash into your beautiful waves.
Stealing shells to leave you with no beauty.

But instead you don't listen,
You refuse to accept that maybe there could possibly be someone out there that will love you for you.
You're a broken sea, refusing to cling to all hope.
You've chosen brokenness, and now brokenness awaits.

Please stop the waves, before it's too late.

I laugh because it's funny,
how you can walk in a patch full of weeds,
and never notice the faithful rose.

but be careful,
her thorns are her scars.
they're guarding her heart.
but oh how easily they can be picked off.
thorn by thorn, piece by piece.
you'll make your way into her heart.

because you're like all the rest.
you'll take off each thorn, grab the vulnerable rose and tell her she's beautiful.

and then you'll destroy the rose.

why?

because beauty is never seen until the scars are removed and the walls are broken down.
but some roses never know who is the one to remove the thorns.

She's the type of girl that finds comforts when watching rain drizzle down her window.
She views life as a storm, sometimes with shallow rain and sometimes pouring.
But at the end of the storm, there's an apparent beauty.
She prays to be like the rain.
Leading up to something beautiful.

Free falling
Water up my nose
Am I smiling or am I frowning
Am I swimming or am I drowning
Isnt it strange
How putting your leg between mine
Echos like we are still
In that cave so long ago
Grabbing and racing to fill
This bright void
No question marks
Because you are all the answers