I'm flippant with
My fictional facts;
Patching words
Like a coverlet,
Designed with loom and needle.
I've stitched the lines,
Woven the words
To make them more credible.
But it's only a poem
To strike at the bone,
A source of strength
Who's vigor's unknown.
A garment to wear
With invisible seams:
Wrap it 'round you
If you choose to dream.

I feel I can't tell you things,
Because you'll get upset.
And everytime words spill out my mouth,
My heart fills with regret.

It would be simple and easy,
If you weren't so full of grief,
And you rant everything out,
But I'm not allowed to speak.

You say you're feeling ******,
And that's understandable,
But you might aswell be in a *****,
Because you haven't grown up at all.

There is always one more dream, a span

that levitates love in the man

and from the very start you

knew that dream could be,




and looking up from down inside to watch the ship sail on the tide your eyes wide open but I knew they would be,




if the sea's an ocean you're the raft for times we've cried and those that laughed and others who said, that I never knew you




flashing blades on Southern trades and sparkling gemstones all have made me want to come on back home and back to you




but there's always one more bridge to cross, a dream, a span, a blinding loss and from the very start you knew that too.

I'm gonna lie my tired *** down
You can look but I won't be found

Gonna go to the tallest mountain, tell the world goodbye
Gonna see if I can fly

Take my sharpest knife, let the darkness flow
See what is really in charge of the show

Going into the woods and take my medication
Administer my own sedation

So done with a life deprived
I'm ready to arrive

You can look but I won't be found
I'm gonna lie my tired *** down