I’m afraid of living in a dreary world without you So I went out into the fields And picked ten thousand sunflowers. As they brightened my room I was reminded of the way your eyes would brighten up my life
Love is not 50/50, that is just a half-assed attempt at an emotion that takes it all and expecting to make it. Love is 100/100, so you’re giving all you’ve got to someone who gives you their all. It may not work out, but it isn’t because you didn’t try. Now it has come to an end, you kiss goodbye, and wave each other off into the fading sunset and not feel an ounce of regret.
Does anyone catch themselves in between two realities? Do you wake up in a cold sweat from a dream your mind still believes is real? Obsessing over every little detail until your mind collapses from exhaustion. This isn't a poem, this is a question- or is it? I can't decide.
I wasn’t sure if it was the pounding of my heart, the gentle autumn touch, or your smile I call art but it happened all too fast Under the radiant moon it happened like a dream a dream too good to be true
She gives trust and receives betrayal. She builds walls around her heart to shut out the all the invaders. It's been smashed into a million pieces a million times before. She gathers the remnants only to salvage her fragile heart.
I was left in shambles, I was left in the cold Then she appeared like angels, So divine and so bold We danced through a sunshower We baked the perfect batch Oh so full our bellies were It was a perfect match
But loneliness Doesn’t come from being alone Loneliness comes from feeling alone And feeling alone comes From feeling different And feeling different comes from feeling unloved and you feel unloved Because you don’t even love yourself
From known to unknown From almost to finished From together to alone From whole to perished From safety to danger From different to normal From before to after From devil to angel From chaos to routine From angry to placid From ***** to clean From bold to timid From everything that was me To everything I've feared to be
I don’t know how I ended up on this planet. Maybe I crash landed; It’s possible. I’ve tried to adapt, but it ain’t easy, believe me. Sometimes I feel human but like rainbows, those moments never last. I still have a lot to learn and a lot to regret but overall, I think I’m doing okay. Maybe I’m not so alien after all.
Is it true? Does my name Drift in the wind? Over the mountains And across the sea? Does it fade From your mind? Like a visitor who Has overstayed Their time? Do the memories Recede to the back Of your mind? Like the sun leaving the day behind?
Dear May, You’ve been good to me so far. The days last longer and the air is warming. But most of all, you've brought clarity. But these days, though I am more at peace I feel a storm coming; a war within myself. As good as you have been, we know these days cannot last. But thank you, May, you’ve been good to me.
You’re in a weird place right now; you feel like you don’t know which way is up and which way is down, and you know everyone says to just follow your heart, but you don’t know where it is. Maybe you left it in another country, or underneath your bed. Maybe it’s in the summer air. Or in a love you haven’t touched. Maybe it's in a song you heard, Or a book you haven’t read. You’ll find it again, you will, just please, don’t stop looking.
You’re in a weird place right now; you feel like you don’t know which way is up and which way is down, and you know everyone says to just follow your heart, but you don’t know where it is. It’s in that clearing where you left it. It’s in the summer air. It’s in a love you haven’t touched. It’s in a song you haven’t listened to. A book you haven’t read. You’ll find it again, you will, just please, don’t stop looking.
I didn’t plan on dying at your feet tonight, but here I am bleeding out without a breath to spare. Was I ever anything more than this to you, a badly worded promise failing its own intentions? am i worth an answer?