Happy birthday,

May your smile outshine
the beautifully dancing
sun in the perfect blue skies

today.

What's it like?

To be another year older
and finally free as the birds
we used to watch from the

open field?

I wonder if

you have plans with the girl
of your dreams or tickets to
the concert down town of

your favorite band.

But whatever

the day holds for you
I hope it is amazing,
happy birthday my love.

As I lie awake staring at the clock
flashing 2:04 am in florescent blue
and a calender gone untouched since
June 10, 2012 yet months have passed.

I remember...

Rain pounding down on the awful roof,
wind slamming into the already cracked window,
even all the blankets around did no good.

Your words- that one phone call replays
in my mind, so do my actions with each
of my sobs, our whispers, your laughs.

The weather now the same
the soft Valentine rabbit clutched tight.

One single answer
haunts me more than anything else
****, I miss you...
God, I hate myself...

I'm probably not going to sleep
cause I'm mesmerized by the
florescent blue flashes of 2:04 am
and all the whispers of June 10, 2012...

I wanted to say yes...

A day meant to be special

the world was supposed to
be in the palm of her hand
today

yet here she is all alone again
sitting on the edge of her bed
fighting back tears as she
remembers

the last time she heard him
say those sweet little words
honestly.

she turned sixteen and learned
to drive anywhere she could
dream

mom gave her hugs and kisses,
trust and a fresh start, forgiving
everything.

a day meant to be special

the world was supposed to
be in the palm of her hand
today

that's the problem with
memories,

birthdays,

and

teenagers.

She took a wrong turn on
the road to some see me,
ended up in California with hell to pay.
He handed her something to try
that made her feel so free.
Then she did it every night and all day,
claiming it was all she had.
Apparently she can;t see
she has family and friends
and of course she's always have me.
Her life was filled with smoke,
ash, pain, and she fell down the drain
now that her life is nothing
at all without smoke
and that **** they call dope.
I watched as she fell
faster and faster by the second,
nothing could stop her until
she finally reached inevitable hell.
Though she had no money
to pay the fairy man, yet he took
her away because her life was
already gone. Now she's stuck down below
never to be seen again, except in my book...

I know its a name
That I gave myself,
But it seemed to fit
Oh so well.

Others don't seem to
Get it, they like to joke;
But they don't know me
So they're just rude.

I call myself adreamer
Because that's exactly
What I do,; I wish and I
Hope, I dream and I dream.

Of the life I want to
Have and the world
I wish we were in,
It makes me happy.

Its probably just
Wishful thinking like
They always say,
Maybe not though.

I love the name and
I like the feel,
I am adreamer and
I wish you were too.

And now all the words I read,
the ones with new form and stories
too deep to comprehend;

all the ones I read have
traces of you left
between the lines.

They all sound so pretty
until ghosts start asking questions
and shadows begin quoting
all the best things you have
ever said.

And all these words,
they are so perfect -
like you

but they have multiple meanings
and the stories are too true
for me to ever read again.



P.S. i know i shouldnt say this, but i hope ive done the same to all your favorite songs

If we keep fighting
Just to taste
Dissonance
We cant keep doing
This.

We wake up, smile,
And wonder what lies
To spread around
Today.

They taught us to
Start fires, burn things,
Destroy
Everything we can
Before
someone else did.

Fight
Me to make yourself
Look so big and
Syrong.

Rise up against all
The crazy, falling
World
Just to feel
alive.

As long as you
Promise
That you are the one
To choose your
Actions going
Against
The grain of society.

No longer will I
Allow
You to blame
Me.

Some people cut
Others cry and scream
Most drink, but you
Do something more extreme.

You live above us
Watching this ****** up place
and you see so.much pain
Yet theres a smile on your face.

People get beaten down
I get pushed around
Like other children with
Dark bruises big and round.

Love, oh love, oh my love,
You're killing us all
Dont you see
We break more each fall.

Some people cut
Others cry and scream
most drink but you
Do something more extreme.

You love an laugh
Oh and how you lie
Awful friend seeing us
Hurt, why dont you cry?

Dream Keeper, Dream Keeper,
are there any dreams stashed away
in my file or have they all just been
nightmares and haunted shadows
waiting to feast on me?

I've given up on learning how to
keep breathing under water and
when memories crush the soul
what kind of dreams could
possibly follow? Dream keeper,
Dream Keeper, please just don't
let go of my mind yet.

Give me one more night
to try and dream with a
velvet heart and no choices
or regret, hold on a little longer,
just for me.

Life is life and as so
often as is the case gets
in the way of living.

But here in this world
you create there's something
preventing twists and twirls
a reason for hoping - wishing.

It's a place unlike
any other, in between dreams
and reality, a story begging
to be put across silver screens.

Peace is so hard to
come by these days,
until a soul finds you
then pain and sorrow melt away. . .

Time is time and as so
often is the case
passes us by so quickly.

Does any of it ever stop
or does it just keep going,
screaming for a break?
You keep us waiting.

Promising a slow drift,
a ride across simple waves,
this simply elegant place
is somewhere everyone craves.

Candles delicately dance,
chimes sweetly sing
your smile shines so sweet
here is perfection,

fit for a king.

Butterflies every time I see you
But I really don't know what to do,
My soul giggles a little bit
With you and our frieds do I even fit??

I thought you really couldnt stand me
Now I guess its jealousy I see.
Am I even worth the time,
Arent I just worthless slime?

This is all so crazy in my eyes
I am used to pain, hurt, lies,
And I wonder how I got this
Almost kind of maybe bliss.

Let me just end this here,
I like you a lot my dear...

The wind can blow and the snow can fall,
I'll watch as the land is covered
in a sparking, dazzling white blanket.
But here I'll stay, once and for all.

I'm tired of standing alone,
waiting for someone to be my friend,
like you did so many years ago.
Though, then, I was without a home.

You built me up and showed me fun,
told me you'd always be by my side
but somewhere along the way, you
ran away and our friendship was done.

I decided to run away like you,
however I ran from everything
and everyone even myself.
You made it seem like the thing to do...

For days on end I ran away,
through the blinding storm and
freezing cold, scared outta my mind.
Yet I longed for pain to stay.

Somehow I found a big crooked tree,
sturdy and calm with nothing
for miles around, except a grassy ground.
I sat down and made it a part of me.

Forever this would be my home
hiding me in the shadows of its
huge trunk and letting me stay
quiet and alone.

Before you let sleep take you
tonight, I have to ask one thing
of you;

Please Love, would you
lull me to sleep
tonight, Love.
Lull me somewhere deep
tonight, Love.

Hold me safe and close
tonight, Love.
Tell me we have purpose
tonight, Love.

Lull me to sleep
tonight, Love.
Give me hopes to keep
tonight, Love.

And if you cannot do that,
would you please;

Soothe me of that
which goes unseen,
soothe me of that
we hear each scene.
Soothe me of the pain
drowning me in sorrow,
soothe me of the thoughts
keeping me from tomorrow.

Please my Love,
soothe me of that
which keeps me from sleep
tonight in any way you can.

Because I miss you so
much not even these
tears make me weak enough
to sleep alone tonight in
this unkind bed.

Hey, I know you ignore these, maybe that's why I write them,
it's a good way to vent 'cause there's always a you
that writers write to and a you that singers sing to
and what better source of inspiration and pain and hatred
in all it's beautifully, sweet complexities than someone with

every piece of your heart and soul? I'm sure you don't remember,
but it's still nice to wonder if you do from time to time,
I think it makes me feel better pretending that maybe I am more than
just another face without a name that you see in line at the grocery store
and recognize without actually remembering. So I am going to ask again,

do you remember when...

There's always a you that writers write to and a you
that singers always sing to, it just so happens that for me
you are that person for me. I know you don't read these,
but it gives me peace of mind knowing at least I wrote it for you.

Is it wrong of me to say that I miss you?

Remember that time when...?

You disappeared a while back
no sign of you in months
but you slipped out the door,
left it unlocked and turned the
porch light on,

but you didn't show up again
the sun rose and you still weren't back,
I made the coffee and drank every drop
all by myself on the blanket
in the back yard

the way we did last summer.
Birds sang and crickets chirped
it's been a year since you left
the door is still unlocked and the
porch light is on

but this place doesn't feel like home
without you anymore.
At least there's space to breathe
and some blank walls to paint,
a table or two to write ideas on
and some ghosts

for inspiration. Wherever you are
I hope you're happy and the sun
shines brightly day after day
I could have sworn I meant it
when I said I didn't miss you anymore
but it's not that simple.

When she smiles
the whole world lights up
and it lasts a while
that will never end.

But she sparkles and glows
when she laughs and even
those in heaven and below
are filled with joy.

Gloom and doom
don[t stand a chance
when she is in the room,
so don't even try it.

I wish you could see
the twinkle in her eye
and all that she brings me,
whenever she is happy.

No matter what she does
its cute and I wish to
make this last forever cause
she is the best thing to me.

Once shes up there's no
turning back and be ready,
cause my god will there be a show
with her you have to have fun.

She has a halo and wings
and shes always in a good mood
I love how her laugh rings
cause she is my angel.

Right now I am writing this in ink
that has been my blood for years now.
These words will be exactly the same for
everyone who reads them but each person
who finds them will read something
entirely different.

This being said you are always alone
in your loneliness but you are never alone because everyone else feels the way you feel
now sometimes. Right now I am writing this
for the first time and for the millionth
at the same time as well,

you are reading it for the first and last time
(but don't worry, you'll read it again
someday). And Right now you feel one way
and I feel a different way (even though
I feel the same exact way you feel).

This ink is my blood and these words
are yours even though they are
only ever mine. This is why I love you
as much as I do.

Heartbeat,
Beat, Beat, Beating
as you must
to keep us going.

Heartbeat,
Beat, Beat, Beating
me a lullaby
when Sleep is late.

A sign of love,
of wholeness
and protection,
pure beauty.

Heartbeat,
Beat, Beat, Beating
keeping time
with our breathing.

Heartbeat,
Beat, Beat, Beating
thank you, Love,
it's complete perfection.

I have given up everything I ever had
to see you happy- just a smile, a single kiss?
I gave you tge best you've ever had
And you passed me up for someone
worse than this...

You only ever broke me, tore me down,
All I ever tried was to build you up
now we're too deep Love will have to drown.
take my sanity, take my heart
Once again I'm going down.

We were such a beautiful perfection
once before, what happened to us dear?
Was I not the missing pieces you needed
or are you simple blind
to the love surrounding you here?

You onlu ever broke me, tore me down
all I have ever tried was to build you up
now we're too deep Love will have to drown
take my sanity, take my heart
Once again I'm going down.

I thought that I could swim
if not I always thought you'd save ne
yet again i was wrong cause
you chise to walk away
to leace Happiness.

What a beautiful letdown
all I ever needed
another beautiful letdown...

You only ever broke me tore me down
all I ever tried was to build you up
now we're too deep Love will have to drown
take my sanity take my heart
Once again I'm going down

Just let me drown
just let me drown
just leave me going down
thanks for another

beautiful letdown...

This morning someone called me asking to speak with you,
I sighed and explained that you haven't been here in
over a year. They apologized for my loss of such a remarkable soul
and said that they didn't mean to bother me it's just that
they saw you recently. You were looking worse than ever,
unhealthy, unhappy, broken even and they wanted to tell you
that you are still the most beautiful person they have ever known.

Even in your pain. So I'm sure you'll never listen to this message,
but ***, if they were able to find you, please, give them a chance
if you're not already in someone else's arms because it's so rare
to meet someone who can find pure, genuine beauty in a soul
instead of a body. And there was something in their voice,
something so honest, so kind that they are so much more than
someone to hold on to.

Because people who find pure, genuine beauty are among
the rarest in the world.

And you deserve nothing less
than perfection.

Anti ode to a spider
Oh, little spider,
how can you be so tiny
yet ever so scary?
Why are you always around
when nobody wants to see you?
On all my best days,
you show up and my heart races.
Oh, little spider,
how can you be seemingly
harmless yet ever so deadly?
Why is it I know fear
will do no good though I scream?
On the ground is where you belong,
not crawling up my leg.
Oh, little spider,
I will never be your friend.
And that's my anti ode to a spider.

I shall walk slowly there
with nothing left to fear
but Fear himself there is
no other thing to do
like such

however

light takes the tree over
by the fence singing beneath
the fullest moon ever seen

and Time screams
too softly to be heard
as Fear passes on to
a world completely
unlike this

yet

I shall walk slowly there
fearing only Fear ticking
seconds off one by one
listening to Time questioning
more than I
ever have

what shall become of us all
if moments continue
wasting away
like this

Every rose has a thorn,
but they are so beautiful.
How can something so small
be so extremely versatile?

Each one has a story,
they'll all be glad to share.
It's just so sad to know
that nobody would ever care.

You know what, words,
these words are pathetic.
There is no use to this pain
and I hate people empathetic.

All hearts are black,
so whats the point of love now?
Nobody will admit it
but we are all already dead somehow.

The world is ending,
not from 2012, but greed.
There were warnings long ago
warnings nobody had the sense to heed.

Oh forget this crap,
forget my words and all about me.
I think it'd be better if I died
and went off to forever be free...

***, I'll never forget
you.

You made the mistake
of
fixing my heart
just to break it
again.

Then your ghost
somehow
made it into my
soul.

and goodbye became the
last
straw. While the memories

magically morphed into
daggers
soaked in a poison
called

L O V E

And now whenever I visit
the little art museum down town
I go to the cafe overlooking
the ground floor gala and buy
a single black coffee

before climbing the rickety
stairs to the top floor. I sit by
the window, on the white ledge
where artist once set up
their easel to paint whatever
lovely interactions were happening
down below on the beautiful little street.
And I feel the sun coming in
through the glass gently
reminding me of the good
feelings around as I look across
the room at the people reacting
to the painting we love.

The painting hung crooked
(at the artist's request the
staff assures.) The painting of
a man's lips pressed to another's.

The painting that could be anything
but is surely something. The face
man is handsome with messy hair
and the other is featureless with
an interesting stare. There's no telling
who else that is, there's no promises of
a gender or point. It could be a liberal
statement allowing politicians to see
we should be able to love who we love
freely and equally. It could be a
philosophical representation of
finding ones' self.

It could be a moment the artist
remembered fondly and vaguely
or strangers they watched from
the same place I currently sit.

As I sit there in the warm glow of
the world losing myself in vivid colors
and design, I sip my coffee easily,
the way you taught me.

Wondering who else looks
at that canvass larger than
us all only to see themself
and someone
wonderful
they love.

You hold a pencil in your hand
one ready for soft gray lines
before promising me anything;
though it is also more than capable
of engraving our entire life.

There is a sort of passion
in everything you do;
however it does fade away
sometimes slowly, preventing
mistakes too dark to erase.

As you drag that pencil across
the rough, pulpy paper again
I am coming up with the story to
tell on the same page when
others dare to pretend that they

understand.

Someday your work will be in
all the finest museums covering
ceilings in a million mausoleums
and yet that will not be the end.

Because one day they will know
your name the way I do.
I just hope that you remember
I loved you before you were cool;
you are my brightest star
and I would do anything for you.

When you finish this page
let me see it before moving on
I think I can inspire the next one
with lines showing the depth of you
and the contrast in me.

Someday we will be your
most famous work of

artistry.

You hold a pencil in your hand
one ready for soft gray lines
before promising me anything;
though it is also more than capable
of engraving our entire life.

There is a sort of passion
in everything you do;
however it does fade away
sometimes slowly, preventing
mistakes too dark to erase.

As you drag that pencil across
the rough, pulpy paper again
I am coming up with the story to
tell on the same page when
others dare to pretend that they

understand.

Someday your work will be in
all the finest museums covering
ceilings in a million mausoleums
and yet that will not be the end.

Because one day they will know
your name the way I do.
I just hope that you remember
I loved you before you were cool;
you are my brightest star
and I would do anything for you.

When you finish this page
let me see it before moving on
I think I can inspire the next one
with lines showing the depth of you
and the contrast in me.

Someday we will be your
most famous work of

artistry.

Heartbeats growing fast
hands intertwine, breaths linger
but it's just a dream.

So many people missed out
on knowing who you were
and that amazing person
you could be; even after
the accident...

I didn't know you at all
until today, walking through
a city I've never been to
with my dad; he's the one
that knew you...

We met your mom sitting at
her kitchen table with your
little brother; he still wears the
peace ring you gave him right
before Time took you...

Mommy told us stories about you
on the phone when she and dad
were still together. The way your
family did when they let us see your
final picture and memory book...

Dad saw the box of letters
from your nieces when you left;
he added a little piece of metal
with a shark. We know you loved
marine biology and Donald Duck,
but we forgot that
until just now...

I know this won't mean much
since you knew my dad in
college and he didn't even know
my mom; let alone want kids;
but I wish I had the time to
meet you...

Everyone seemed to love you,
and for good reason too; I am
just sorry I was never on the list.
Even though I admire all the
things they told me about you...

Anyway, I just thought if anything
you would have a way to read
this, and if you did you should know
Jeff misses you, and we do too...

It's been two weeks too long,
she's crying, hurting all alone
just waiting to hear him on the phone.

Three years without him
is far too long, especially now
when it's too bad to even wow.

"Baby, I need you hear,
Timmy's gone too
away with death he flew.

I lost my job
and they took my heart,
no more can we be apart.

Love, I need you,
where are you
and what can we do?"

She screamed and
oh my god she cried,
for fear he too died.

You see, I was off at war
a war we weren't meant to fight
though we tried with all our might.

The day passed away
night inevitably came
but she was no longer sane.

I thought the moon brought hope
I guess that is not always true,
cause she got even more dark blue.

Then she found a knife,
"Babe, I'm done waiting,
look at the time I'm wasting.

Here's goodby to my
prince that never showed!"
In it went and her breath slowed.

Just then the door opened
and I walked in, "Honey, I'm home!
And oh I've been so alone!"

Down the dark hall, I went,
into our room where I
saw more than should any guy.

The love of my life
on the floor covered in blood
the room drenched in mud.

On the bed was one
unfinished note
and have a root bear float.

"Dear Marshall,
Late last night, Timmy died,
and Jacob really lied.

Please come home soon
we really need you here
I'm living life in fear...

Are you okay?"
Is all that it said,
I whispered, "Me too, I'm dead..."

I sat down and held her tight,
sang her one last lullaby
and for both of us it was goodbye.

Yesterday I found that picture of you I always loved so much
even though you swore you've looked better elsewhere.

Today I found something you wrote for me a long time ago.
You left it behind forgotten and alone when you decided to
move out and get on with your life.

And tomorrow I think ill look for your brother's address
and write to him asking how you are. I will apologize
for never meeting him properly and for making him
just another middle man. I will sincerely hope that all is well
in both your worlds.

And maybe if he writes back I will get your real number
and give you a call.

You've been gone too far away for way too long
and I am beginning to miss everything.

Even the parts of you that I used to hate

No one ever said that you have to
listen to me or anything that I have
to say. And still you show up here
every day ready to feast on my thoughts.

Today seems like a good day to
thank you for that. So, Darling,
you are my biggest fan and I will
always remember you as such.

You think it's so easy for the impulse
to ignore you, for them to let you win,
to fight the feeling of being yellow
yet again. Only they tell you to let
them win this one so you can have
the next, they say you need to take it
easy and just imagine what it's like
to stop time, stand still and have
the world at your feet.

They test you at the hands of fate,
and make it sound so simple to give
your power away, but Baby, don't
give in to their tragic little lullaby,
you're so beautiful, our precious angel
from more than just the sky.

I try to write about you, but
it's so hard, when you toss
my words in the trash and
say that it's all a lie.

Somebody does care
about you, they want you
to have the very best.
There's at least one person
out there willing to give
you their all and someday
you'll see that, or I'll die
in vain. Because Sweetheart,

you deserve
so much better
than this.

Our adventure started in 2011
with paper, pen, and an open mind
there were so many possibilities
and we started over again and again.

We had the world at our fingers
and anything we'd ever be able
to need. So we set off playing with
color that aroused too much emotion
and lines too bold to fade along
side stories too deep to write.

Time went by swiftly each draft
improving just a touch and the
ink blurred perfectly with the skin
and bloodied sweat that created
our prize winning formula.

Somehow we ended up here,
three years and a million pages
later with a work of Avarice as
the only thing we could proudly
display for the world to see.

So if these words find their way
to you, I just want you to know
that the beauty we became, the
artistry we created, and the way
we moved at every little bump in
the road shaped us. Molded us.

Resurrected us.

In a loving

ink drawing.

I wanted to make things right,
to heal the wounds I caused
so maybe once again I'd
be able to sleep at night.

Broken hearts with pieces too
small to see and too sharp
to catch, souls shattered all for
a love just trying to please you.

We don't get what we want
barely have what we need,
you are so perfect you hold
more than this hope so gaunt.

I don't really like to rhyme,
to lie, cheat, or steal, but
there's not much to do when
you're wasting important time.

So making this short,
stopping the pain here
I am apologizing for it all;
putting the ball in your court.

You were right, I was wrong
you have it all and I have none,
because you deserve more than
a lame, cheap, actress's song...

Dearest Anarchy, beloved soul that you are, teach me to fish in Hades. Remind me of the lie covered truths and broken-hearted songs that bite. Let me tell you that I crave your voice the way i long to hate the ones who know no other way than to hate. Oh Anarchy, you intrinsic soul, take me through the fire, show me what darkness really is and teach me to fish in Hades for it seems there is no other way.

He searched for enlightenment,
obsessing over the cosmic refreshment,
only to find a girl who cannot lie,
never sleeps, and always sighs.

I know I wasn't his goal at all,
so Anarchy dear, teach me how to fall -
for something, someone, anything, anyone
other than his love, to replace my dying sun.

Give me my wings

there's nothing worse than eating
dirt when you've already tasted
the clouds. Feasting on the dreams
you fought to keep when everyone else
laughed and sipping every silver lining
you could find like warm ginger tea
after playing in fallen painted leaves.

Give me my wings

I'm someone far too enchanted
with the sky, with being able to touch
the stars that looked after me
for so many years. It's more than painful
to be here face down on the ground
with no strength to stand and no home
to go back to anymore.

Always been an angel in your eyes,

so why'd you take them back
this time? Take this ******* halo,
fallen down 'round my neck and give me
the wings I spent so long forging for myself
in the fires of Hades while he fished
for truth in its lava seas. Good or bad,
wrong or right, it doesn't matter much
when you can no longer see the light.

Darkness enters slowly,
tears fall quietly, the hopelessness
is beginning to fade now.

No, I'm not okay
thank you
for asking though.

I hope you are

h a p p y

I'm sorry
I could never
figure out
the words that
made you

s                   e
   m           l
           i

even though
I mastered
the ones that
make you

C
     R
Y

No, I'm not okay
thank you
for asking though.

We were young, you pressed flowers while I
attempted poetry. It was a long time ago, almost
like another life I never lived. You looked at me
with the devil's eyes and said, "You can be
the angel kissin' on a sinner and I'll be the boy
on the porch steps drawing the map that'll get us
out of here someday."

"It'll be harmless fun," you smiled, but you didn't know
what fun is back then. You were the angel kissin' on me.
I guess that makes me the sinner, I was hardly in high school
and already tainted by lust, painted black, and splattered
with red. But I didn't tell you because I knew what you'd say.

We were young, you pressed flowers while I
attempted poetry. Hiding in a red leather diary.
If only you could see now the secrets that pages made
of stardust could keep when a person's young but not free.
I remember the way you used stones to write my name
on the beach and hope to etch my face in the snow.

That was when being in love was easy - all you had to do
was smile and say the words everyone else was saying.
when kissing was cute and running away together was sweet.
It was a simple time, long ago, when you saw my wings
as silk and made me a halo of daisies. We were young,
you pressed flowers while I wrote you poetry.

We were young, you pressed flowers while I
wrote you poetry. Line after line of pure emotion you
would never understand. Words you were too innocent
to comprehend, meanings I was just barely corrupt enough
to pen out for the world. You pressed flowers that waited
between pages of stardust for years that later became
decorations for the cover of my novel. The one I dedicated
to you for never being a first, but for loving me enough to
stick around anyway.

When tea time has been reduced to nothing,
but a phase and scones aren't even
a conversation piece anymore, when the kettle
has been robbed of its violet hues in place of
rust, when the last guest to pass through
the door was your brother, three years ago

will you finally miss me or any
of the moments we shared?

And when Loneliness falls for Sorrow
will you be reminded of our final
cups of tea or the fact our final words
were not of finality or even giddy irony
at all, but instead talk of who would
sweep away the crumbs and wash
the dishes once fire and ice had

stolen the once currently
sitting on the table top.

When tea time has been reduced to nothing,
what will these breadcrumbs bring you?

The lights didnt recieve me well,
The picture of you isn't enough;
I don't make enough money
To pay for a phone, otherwise
I'd be calling you every night.

The stage is too high up,
The Ipod I borrowed won't charge
All our songs feel weird,
So wrong, like they are
Missing you more than I am.

The microphone couldn't pickmme up,
The story shouldnt have ended this way;
Your last name is all
I have left keeping ,me
In your heart, and that hurts.

The lights didnt recieve me well,
The picture is starting to fade;
Your song is telling me
I can come on home,
But I don't know the way.

I lost myself, trying to be
Something I am not,
Do you still love me
Enough to welcome me
If I came back?

Tonight leave the light on,
Unlock the door, please,
Because
I am

Coming home.

"You always were my little dreamer,
my beautiful cloud dancer,
pirouetting from heart to heart rarely
if ever revisiting the ones you leave behind,"
you smiled as you pulled me just a
little closer and put your hand
over my heart.

"You found the key to my heart early on
and I wanted nothing more than to
welcome you to my life. Only you were too
innocent, too broken to be asked that then.

There was a darkened stranger in your soul
killing you a little more with each day.
And you gave me the key to your heart
in turn. ***, I couldn't stick around,
tempting you with honest promises
too far out of reach for such a sweet girl.

So I ran to my hiding place
until you were able to smile again. I had
no idea that it would hurt you so much,
I only ever wanted the best for you.
Oh, ***, thank you for forgiving my
for being so unable to see that you were
only ever truly happy right here
next to me."

"You always were my little dreamer,
my beautiful cloud dancer,
pirouetting from heart to heart rarely
if ever revisiting the ones you leave behind,"
you smiled as you pulled me just a
little closer and put your hand
over my heart.

"You found the key to my heart early on
and I wanted nothing more than to
welcome you to my life. Only you were too
innocent, too broken to be asked that then.

There was a darkened stranger in your soul
killing you a little more with each day.
And you gave me the key to your heart
in turn. ***, I couldn't stick around,
tempting you with honest promises
too far out of reach for such a sweet girl.

So I ran to my hiding place
until you were able to smile again. I had
no idea that it would hurt you so much,
I only ever wanted the best for you.
Oh, ***, thank you for forgiving my
for being so unable to see that you were
only ever truly happy right here
next to me."

Bloodstained silences,
emerald stories,
chocolate eyes

If only you could understand
the power of your dreams -
or the strength you truly have cause
life's sorrows are mere extremes.

Reach for the sky,
chase the wind,
fly away - be free
don't let yourself end.

Here you are a beautiful soul
you can hold all that you
could ever want or need
just don't be so blue.

Dry those tears,
smile a lot,
you'll be O.K.
give life a shot.

For if you don't open your eyes
you'll never know all things must
come to an end, if they
don't you're the dream to Bust.

Pop!
....Pop!
..........POP!

There go another
poor soul's hopes
dreams, and wishes...

Hold on to yourself

-don't end up
............like that...........

You are so perfect

my innocent daemon

please be well

I love you

only ever always.