Creating art is feeling it out.

I am sorry for being there when you needed it
I am sorry for being patient with you
I am sorry for listening to what it is that you were saying
I am sorry for being the shoulder that you needed
I am sorry that I squeezed too tight
That I spoke so much
I am sorry that I gave the right advice
At the right time
And that I smiled so much when I was with you
I am sorry that I gave in to all of your compliments
That I let myself get lost in your eyes
And I am sorry that I was free every weekend
Every single time that you weren't

But most of all I'm sorry that I made you love me
And twice as much that I realised it too late
Because I cant stop now.

time moves so
slow, when i'm with you and
i can imagine, in the chaos of my mind
a future, of you and i
together
forever living in love and bliss
waking up every morning just to give you a kiss
falling further and further in love and i know
you are my soul mate,my everything
my world

The times are so normal and peaceful.

A yellow leaf can fall freely to the earth

without any obstructions and die peacefully.

Rivers flow at their will: sometimes calm
         sometimes furious.

Everything is perfect, following a masterful design

They invented a machine to keep peace and order

The machine wiped out chaos and dissent form the world


The machine pushes the misfits into under ground

Look around you: there is no one with a scarred face

A world so perfect

The machine emits a sound while it works:

An army of iron boots stomping the ground

And the machine's sound mutes all other voices

All other music

And a perfect world is born.

Now, the machine is turned on

I hear the sound of iron boots

They march ahead....

We fell apart
When the lights dimmed with your smile
And acid tears burnt eyes to swollen slits
You punctured truths of glass into my heart
And we fell apart.

I see you everyday, the quite girl a million miles away. Head in the clouds or in a book.
I find myself stuck to your hook. And as you pull me to the shore I feel myself sway away.
I'm under your spell. Is this heaven or is it hell?  Your a million miles away. Yet I see you everyday.
A shooting star I cannot catch, the flickering light of my last match.
I can't tell if this is a broken romance. I know you can feel it too. Will our vindication please come through.
I don't want to be the one to utter: I missed you.