I'm sorry
That you're sorry
You're just so unapologetic,
Why can't you see that I'm being romantic.
Now
Stop.
Listen,
I'm full of insecurities
But nothing you can do will cure me of this disease.
And I'm sorry
That you're sorry
I bring this on myself,
Leave me alone, like a book on a shelf.
I'll,
Collect some dust,
and watch you from afar
Maybe one day
Someone will see me for more than they are.

The last I love you was a waste of breath
that I'm sure I'll be missing as I lie
down on my deathbed
yearning for
one
more
second.

I have this dream of a,
blood orange sky rippling
Down through the cracked window pane,
Of this crumbling house.
The faint sigh of faded beauty
Resonates among these chipped walls.
We walk there down
the boulevard from when we were happy.
Yet all I can feel is the fleeting feeling, I felt when
your lipstick stained
my cheek for the
final time.

Your eyes reflect the stars
In such a way that I
Can almost see the future
And it is so beautiful

Who is more creative than our creator ?

Mysterious
All knowing
Merciful
Forgiver
Redeemer
Father
Friend
Giver
Soul healer
Maker
Love and Joy
Peace and patience
Pen and paintbrush
Oh Mr. Cole,
I do not mean to rush,
These words spring forth from a dam,
But the creator of creation
He says "I Am".

i wanted you to love me on purpose.

when my
                  face keeps blushing

when my
                 hands linger in your hair

when my
                smile gets crooked

when my
                  feelings feel bitter

when my
                  heart skips a beat

when my
                  thoughts left unspoken

after all i know
you are my wonderwall