Why do I always see her on a pedestal?
Because maybe she's a work of art
The most beautiful in the gallery
Made by God
A heaven's masterpiece
So mesmerizing that everyone's lining up to see her

She can love someone back the way you love her.

Falling down into the dark abyss
Reaching my hands out
Cannot get out
Freedom is nearly impossible
When your thoughts are pulling you down
I need your help come see me now
I just need someone to talk this out.

My brush running through your skin is the closest thing to you I have been.

We begin our day waiting for it to end.
Feels like a deja vu, nothing new.

I lie awake remembering, wishing I could sleep to forget.