You gave me that cold look
on the night of the summers end
and i lost all thought
confuzed like a child on a foggy day
but melting with happiness
slipping through the problems
that dont ohld me back
no more no more

Did you hear me?
I'm over
Did you hear me?
i'm done hearing your voice
Did you hear me?
i'm floating on like a feather
that fell off a wise bird wings drifting the skys
Did you hear me?
I'm done

So my walked around last night
passed through the old road
we used to run on
a paper layed on the ground
picked it up and unfolded it
and i see youve been talking behind my back
Telling lies about me
thats leaving a sour feeling in your tongue
said you never hurt me
i guess thats lie
you told me so i could  trust you
Goodbye goodbye

I'm driking tea with friends
and laughing at the good moments
feeling my heart is numb
maybe am ready to fly

I have fallen for the concept that is beauty.
I see it in the vintage light that masks photos.
Photos that I force myself to look at, overwhelming my delicate senses.
I don’t know what it is about beauty. It extends its long tendrils
Thorny, loving tendrils that capture you in a hug
And beckon you closer, closer.
And I stare at her ever-changing face;
Shifting from my talented senior to my classmate
To my older sister and my worst enemy.
They are beautiful.
And I am not. And will never be.

But Beauty releases me
Clutching, in her hand, an elixir of envy
And I begin to stir, and see
Why our – why my – perception of beauty has skewed so much.
Who sees the blemishes the photos hide?
Who sees the clothes that have been locked away in a drawer in the corner of the room?
Who sees the menace of the words the smiling lips have spat?
Who sees the ugliness masked by beauty?
Who wants to see the ugliness?

Beauty is a concept of age and tradition
And unspoken desire of human nature
Hushed on the lips of mothers preparing their daughters to be presented
Hushed on the lips of tightened corsets
Hushed on the lips of wistful glances through transparent boutique windows
History has shown how greedy, selfish, deceitful us beings can be
And beauty is not a topic that will change that.

I have fallen for the concept that is beauty,
And to me she extends that elixir.

Without thinking, I gratefully swallow.

I never thought that what I wanted wasn't you.
That the truth of this illusion
was that I was infatuated
with the idea of
being loved.
That someone could attach themselves to
one so flawed and scarred as I
with shadows cast deep
In the recesses of my mind;
What a silly dream to conjure.

Filled with electricity I floated,
Eyes clouded by the smoke of the sparks that you lit before me
And in the haze it wasn't your face that I saw
It wasn't your hand that I felt in mine as you pulled me in
To this accidental web of ours.
It was the face of an idealized daydream
the hand of a whispered wish
that I hoped had come true.

Naïve dreamer
Blind wanderer
The masquerade was ending
But I needed you
To be the one that I saw
behind the smoke.
Desperately I tried to shape you into him,
But you stood before me
An imperfect sculpture
That I was determined to fix.
But what right had I?

Truth broke the surface of my withered hope and shattered me.
Thousands of fragments of glittering glass dreams littering the floor
You were not mine to change
Not mine at all
And I was never yours.

An early, gentle breeze billows
the curtains and lilts a rose that blushes
from the memories of last night’s love.

A hush of air teases a white shirt
with a strawberry kiss on the collar,
still draped across the back of the chair
where it was carelessly tossed the night before.

Sweet sunbeams tug linen sheets and smile
warmly and sweetly behind the ears.
Good morning, love.

Safety and silence, slowly breathing
within an embrace in the only moment
that has ever caressed like this.

As I shut my eyes and close the doors of this world,
I lay in my bed and like a caterpillar I curled,
Nestled between the soft clean white sheets,
Last thing I know I have feel asleep as I hear the rush of cars on the busy streets,
I suddenly escape and enter into a world never seen before,
A world of beauty delight, and the purist of scenery,
The skyline as it sets from a teal blue to a golden yellow,
The roaring vibrant orange fading into a pink,
I am sitting on logs, laying my head upon wood chips,
One hand behind my head as I fill my lungs with the fresh air,
The air I can breath in without the fear of pollutants,
Before my very eyes I see a rocket of shooting stars,
My eyes glitter seeing them as they pass,
I shout to my mates as they run to lay and watch with me as mesmerized as I,
Violently shook, was the instant ticket from that world,
Seeing the tasseled white sheets, my vision blurred,
And like that suddenly within an eyes blink,
Not for a moment was I to think,
I was back to the same crummy thing I call life.
This world right here is a strife.

twisted, turned and pulled taut
that's the state of my broken heart
it hurts worse than a gunshot
least expected and ****, it hits hard
subconsciously falling apart
the thought of disregard
simply stones my aching part

parting I simply do not desire
for my being lusts for you, i'm sired
honestly, I think I'm just getting tired
& I remind myself that this soon, will no longer dire
it's hard though, to not feel
to not care for you, it's a cartwheel
going in circles, without directions
false hope my stone
makes me yearn to quickly be on the other side of the globe

far from thee but still,
what my heart desires will eventually perspire