"And what then?" I asked,
With the fire roaring by,
And the ashes in the sky,
"And what then," I asked,
With a smile oh so sweet,
"What then when the world we know
Burns down to our feet?"

"And what then?" I asked,
With the waves smashing down,
And the wind whistling 'round,
"And what then," I asked,
With my shaky, trembling hands,
"What then will happen
To our once beloved lands?"

"And what then?" I asked,
Your tears mixed with my own,
And 911 calls on the phone,
"And what then," I asked,
With helpless cries like a dove,
"What then will become of
The dear ones that we love?"

In times of need,
When I would moan
"I want you" into the phone
I would forget my age.

Or when I stay strong
And restrain my tears
Like a mother at her
Son's funeral does
I forget my age.

In fact,
In times of need,
I am capable of forgetting
Just about everything.

How old am I again?

This song is so two years ago
And this feeling is six months early
But here we are, dancing,
Because this moment is right now.

This is free
Writing me
As much as
This is me
Writing free

Once,
I built a city.
Quiet, serene, pretty.
All of my people were quite content
With a world of no sudden movement.

Then,
Someone came along
And sang a fast song.
It gave the people something to savor
And it caused their loyalty to waver.

So,
Everybody decided to leave.
A fact I still cannot believe.
**** that exciting song of temptation.
I tried so hard to change this situation...

Now,
I have a city.
Quiet, serene, pretty.
But I was abandoned by all.
Now all I have left are my walls.

He kissed my neck
Nibbled softly at its skin
And when he kissed my lips
I tasted my own perfume
My own poison
In my own mouth.
I lived, but he died.
You are immune to your own poison.

The diamond in the rough.
The one who converts
yet never conforms
and is known
for being unknown
always on
the outside looking in
and enjoying the view.
The red in a sea of blue.

I cannot fathom
why that pretty song lasted so much longer
when I was so exhausted
I could hear my bones groan.
Yet that sad poem ended so much quicker
when it was about you.
One sang me to sleep.
One lead me to nightmares.

The reason why
we look up to see clouds and not down
is the reason why
a toddler looks up to an older sibling
is the reason why
a dog looks up to its beloved owner
is the reason why
I find hope in clouds. Because

the reason why
clouds always keep moving forwards not backwards
is the reason why
we all should do the same.

I've made it worse for everyone,
but mostly just myself.
The un-needed stress that I have done
it isn't good for my health.

I grasp for some certainty
growing more desperate by the minute
I wonder why, for the life of me,
it ever felt like I wasn't in it.

I am here now, love
I am ready to prove
my love for you is enough
I know it's the right move

I never meant to make you unsure
maybe timing just isn't my thing.
Promise to always forgive me, lover,
whenever I test your dear being.

If you were here beside me now
you would see how much I tremble
to know I ******* things up somehow,
worried sick that things could crumble.

Blame it on my sick need
to hear your voice all the time
I know I'm a mess indeed
but no matter what, you're mine.