I still smell the roses
Left wilting in the window
I still taste the diner
Left cold out on the counter
I still see the paintings
Left leaning on the wall

Though the house has hallowed
Though the residence no longer reside
I still feel the regret
Left buried deep inside

And as she spoke
His heart ticked away
Shooting fire through his veins
As if the embers she once ignited in him
Had never gone cold
As if everything in his life
Was leading up to this moment
Her soft spoken words
Echoed for years to come
Those three words he'd heard before
This time he knew it was the last
In a single breath
She built and destroyed his world
Then disappeared into his memories

something bout the night and the sky
the stars and how they shine
a place without no lights
your face and them eyes
how they get me everytime
leave me lost inside your mind
seem to seep inside my soul like
this summer warmth and your glow
hold me close never let me go cause
where the heart is where the home
and mine is held inside your palms
I'll keep throwing rocks at your window
like that we the kings song
cause without juilet,
there'd be no romeo
even if you left I'd be blessed
for the memories inside my head
telling me this life we live
as bitter as it gets
can have a better ending to it
of the stars you're a shooting
and of course I'll be using
all my wishes on you mistress
cause this mission I've envisioned's
the begining of a long winded
trip into the end of time
as long as I'm alive you'll be my dime
forever on my mind
one of a kind
sincerely signed, cloudii

There was a certain magic in the warmth of the air that night. In the glow of her skin, her endless gaze, her cool touch. The smell of summer and cigarettes. The feel of her cool fingers laced in mine, with her head on my shoulder. That flannel I never did get back. The taste of her lips and her neck. Those goosebumps that never whent away nor lasted long enough. There was a certain magic in the warmth that night I found out what love was.

I wanna write a letter to you
but I thought it better if I used
my metaphores and told a story for ya
this one starts when I was young
before all that numb stuff
back before love was a cup
full of drugs
back where I grew up
there wasn't much but
a couple of us kids
livin life like we wished
the sunshined all the time
you could catch us out side
from noon till night
ridin bikes, playin play fight
on the same side, bein knights
slaying dragons with our swords
or soldiers out at war
always packing action with
whatever we imagined happend
I remember vividly
impatiently waitin for the gamin
on the end the week
on the ps 1,2,3,
360, pc, or wii, just
livin the dream with my brother
somewhere in the suburbs
in the pool gettin sun burnt
little fools with each other
gettin noodles after supper
time seemed to fly so slow
waitin on the cold
so we could go play in the snow
till we're red in the nose
knowin Christmas coming close
it was simple livin those days
when we were children
at times I miss it kinda wish it
didn't ever end though us back then
wanted to grow up so bad an
reminscin it's the same ****, it's
wishin we were somehwere different
missin out on the beauty of livin
minute to minute that's livin in now
so stuck up in the clouds
come down an look around
what you'll find is pretty awesome
opportunity begins to blossom
everything stops looking so rotten
so often lost in those Glory days
never stop to entertain that hey
maybe today's the golden age
sun still shinin an I'm feelin great

slow down bud there's
so much to do
growin up it'll
come so soon
the futures bright and
the past was great but
for a while let's
live in today

My oldest friend
In those few moments
We share the same breath
Everything is suddenly okay

Your touch is enough
To make everything else numb
Your love is a drug
And I'm still addicted

There's glue in my pen
This paper's getting sticky
Beautiful in memory
But these words,
They aren't so pretty

There's glaciers in my veins
It's lonely in this igloo
Stranded on my desolate iceburge
She sailed away,
On my ship built for two