i sought simple solutions simply to stutter my stage, suddenly and secretly, suspiciously suspect the sinful songs that substitute my sadness,

but I am.

serenading the sorry sorrows sneaking in my mind.

i made a home in words,
made the twists and turns,
without a single soul to see,
to sit there silently and learn.

im writing to a wall,
with confidence so proudly tall,
but to opinions, will it always fall.

then maybe i won't sleep at all.

your soul so soft,
as i thought of you often,
i lost you,
i left as you turned and coughed, then,
tore me apart within,
the seconds you left in,
days i spent holding up your chin.
maybe the cause of my sorrow,
the old excuse. refused to borrow.
as time goes on, an old truth,
becomes lie.
who am i.
but a person you loved,
in a passionless time.

and my friend said,
'why do you have body spray?
who are you trying to impress?'

and i replied,
'Everyone but myself.'

synchronized soul,
emotional pull,
removal of love,
the body unfolds.
characterized charts,
lost a lexicon,
lately, lethargic,
fatefully gone.
fearfully fresh,
trembling tips,
thorough in thought,
suddenly ripped.
lovable self,
terrible times,
carry me through,
replaceable lines.

lie down and shake,
dreaming pink lines erased,
i broke all my mirrors,
so i can't see my face.
sobriety is sickness,
the family curse,
chasing lost limbs,
i can't see that i'm worse.
i learned all of my options,
then i tore them all down.
but how can i win,
if i dont stick around?

a winter walked all by myself,
broken promise to myself,
painful words i couldn't tell,
wrote them down, now wish me well.
climbed on top a shooting star,
never wondered where you are,
I know the time and place you'll wait,
maybe i'll be there someday.