you don't have a home
you create a home inside of others
you built a home in me, you made me your home
to you home was wherever i was
in order to build a home you need an empty space
if theres no empty space you have to destroy, abolish, demolish everything in sight
[why so selfish?]
but i didn't mind
i let you destroy every part of my being
i let you build a home inside me
i let you replace my memories with lovely memories of us in that home
you never gave me the key to the front door
you knew my trembling hands could never pick the lock
the door was locked for a day
a week
a month
my heart pounds, my hands shake
[ youre gone, youre gone, i need to find you, you need the key, i need you]
my hands begin to feel weak
i fall to my knees
my heart beats faster
[i cant catch up]
you're gone
my ribs are bruised
my knuckles are sore
her home is an abandoned building
my soul is a ghost town

You are everything.
I know people come and go,
but i want you to stay
you are everything to me
Everything from my smile in the morning to the smile right before i sleep.
You're the shiver that runs down my spine
the light at the end of the tunnel.
You can be the sun and i can be the horizon
we'll collide and create something astonishingly beautiful
You're perfect, its thats simple and that complicated.

Let me know when your at the sea ,
And we will hold hands together
When the waves try to get to you
I'll absorb them into my chest
While you protect yourself behind me .

Let our lips whisper underwater
The ripples our messengers
Take our stories to the other ends
Sweetheart there's a world beneath
Where the sun sleeps in the oceans' cradle

At sea there is a calmness I tell you
Where the haziness of the heart
Will flow away
When we leave our footprints on the sands
The sea carries them away
And frames them for the creatures to see
That yes !there are some stories written on her ***** forever to be

There was an old man
Who sat on a park bench for years
And nobody noticed
And the seasons changed
Like they often had

And still he sat

Unspoken  for

Nobody even knew he was there
Which is the same as not being there

But not to him
he knew he was there

Nobody

Stopped to ask him
If he had a wife that died
Or if he had caught the game last night

People just kept on
Passing

And the seasons

Kept on changing

And one day
He just simply wasn’t there

And nobody noticed or cared

It wasn’t even sad
Because
It was spring