What I can't say I align into lines
Because you, again, give me the cold shoulder.
And these words, how they smoulder.
So it's just me and the night
And whatever music feels right.
Alabama Shakes hits the spot.
I can't count how many times I've told this curious tale of a boy who fell in love with a girl just to have it all end in tears.


A few days pass and I'm in my room on a chair
Music playing though enveloped in silence
And the blue-green walls
And stained wood furniture
Start to drip their colors and I do too
My world is a monochrome setting
Like a sitcom in 1942.
If only you would walk through
That door and these colors restore
For you are the paintbrush of god
And life without you is a bore.


It's been days and I wonder
If another one with a silver tongue
Spoke of your beauty-
Your eyes and how you part your hair
Would you listen eagerly?
Can you easily forget me?
Would you buy in to his success
And how much he is a better man?