where is the common sense?
something stupid
someone is hurt
lies can only cover so much
the truth is found out in the end.
the pain is fresh each time
sorry is overused.

sorry is overused
the pain is fresh each time
the truth is found out in the end
lies can only cover so much
someone is hurt
something stupid
where is the common sense?

pretty smile,

glue it in place.

tears for later, fall upon the tile.

let's cut to the chase,

you run a mile

only to race

to the end of said smile.

to me

she's sunshine and daises.

i may just be crazy

but i think i'm still destined to love.

yet my practice of said emotion,

possibly differs

from hers.

often enough
i can't tell
weather it's you
the Xanax
or the coffee talking.
i'm not sure who you are
but from what i've heard
yes, behind your back
i'm not sure what to collect from you.
there is the grey area about you,
inside you,
dwelling with the anxiety.
the grey is not theoretical
it is a way of life.
the grey
refers to a subject or a problem
that people do not know how to deal with
because there are no clear rules.
in this case

you

are the grey area
because i'm not sure how to deal with you
you just are

I've been hurt and mad and angry at you
but I keep returning don't I?
all smiles and joy
saved throughout the day
just for you
I hide my face when the other emotions come
because darling let me be
your sunshine
don't hide behind your curtains and shut me out

my dear
my wonderwall,
lately I'm suspicious that you've found out
that you're in my thoughts
more often than the second hand that ticks on the clock.
I can't decide though, if I want you to really know yet,
but until then I will write you secret poems
and make wishes on 11:11
coins in fountains
and shooting stars.
my dear,
my wonderwall,
lately, I've thought of you.