Apr 2014
We take this skin that shines with all of its cells in their perfect place
Over the skin with flaws, smooth to touch, and unforgettable.
That girl would rather have a perfect image.
She'll settle for using her senses one by one
But I would rather see her scars and remember the way
They pushed my fingers from the hills of her imperfect bone structure
Majority rules in favor of the freshly paved roads
And we bat eyes at the dirt trails where they began
This girl has a car and it runs so smoothly over those black-topped streets
I can't pull my eyes away from the earth colored lines
Passing through the creases of these old, tattered maps
When did carving our loves into trees
And loose dirt become so irrelevant
Those who make mistakes and change
Are beneath those who never get caught in them
So they don't have to change
No one will see them any different
I don't have a fancy car. I want to live in a time
Where hopping trains was the only way to
Get from point a to b
I miss opening doors for a woman being a must
I want a love that sets an entire town in a rage
And mobs made of fire chase us to the edge
Of the woodland mountains and I want them to stare
Directly into these eyes of ours and hope they understand
If she jumps then I'll jump, and if she burns, I'll burn to ash with her
I don't know where we lost the fact that these physical
Pains are only temporary. I often wonder when we lost ourselves
The only thing I know is my soul is permanent
The only fire or fall that could break and burn me
Are those hidden inside of her
Lay the good in the shadows. Leave our favorite words unsaid
Sit the best books together on dusty shelves
We've forgotten..
Shed light on our dusty shells and leave
The most temporary beauty to the highest priorities
Even over the hands we hold that fuse our
Eternal pieces together for good
A few good days chosen over our favorite set of lips.
Please, just wake me up when this is over.
Over the skin with flaws, smooth to touch, and unforgettable.
That girl would rather have a perfect image.
She'll settle for using her senses one by one
But I would rather see her scars and remember the way
They pushed my fingers from the hills of her imperfect bone structure
Majority rules in favor of the freshly paved roads
And we bat eyes at the dirt trails where they began
This girl has a car and it runs so smoothly over those black-topped streets
I can't pull my eyes away from the earth colored lines
Passing through the creases of these old, tattered maps
When did carving our loves into trees
And loose dirt become so irrelevant
Those who make mistakes and change
Are beneath those who never get caught in them
So they don't have to change
No one will see them any different
I don't have a fancy car. I want to live in a time
Where hopping trains was the only way to
Get from point a to b
I miss opening doors for a woman being a must
I want a love that sets an entire town in a rage
And mobs made of fire chase us to the edge
Of the woodland mountains and I want them to stare
Directly into these eyes of ours and hope they understand
If she jumps then I'll jump, and if she burns, I'll burn to ash with her
I don't know where we lost the fact that these physical
Pains are only temporary. I often wonder when we lost ourselves
The only thing I know is my soul is permanent
The only fire or fall that could break and burn me
Are those hidden inside of her
Lay the good in the shadows. Leave our favorite words unsaid
Sit the best books together on dusty shelves
We've forgotten..
Shed light on our dusty shells and leave
The most temporary beauty to the highest priorities
Even over the hands we hold that fuse our
Eternal pieces together for good
A few good days chosen over our favorite set of lips.
Please, just wake me up when this is over.
I heard a word today. Realizations. Is it normal for someone to think of a single person because of such an irrelevant word in the center of such an irrelevant sentence? A word rarely in use. The name of a poem with words that create cradles around my limbs. The sense of security I feel when my eyes trace the curves of these simple letters, unaccompanied by any but themselves as a whole, is invincible. As said within these words, they kiss my cheek so that I would feel safe. So that even while I sleep, I know that I am loved. All you know of me is the immense, immortally seeming, love that I've had for a single person that had stood out in a crowd billions. I had no intention to talk about this girl that I always mention. I guess it would be helpful to tell you that I also over think everything. I heard a song on my way to class today and naturally I thought of her. It reminded me that I'll always think of her. I'm not afraid of death. I'm afraid of not seeing it coming. I'm afraid to die loving her. I live for the pains that wake me from a dead sleep. I hope that someone sees the freckle on her lip. I hope they know that she's an amazing writer. I pray that they take the time to find which way her arms curl in theirs and I hope that it's uncomfortable because it will mean more. I hope that when she makes it home that there are surprises waiting for her and I hope they give her a family to create together and I hope some nights they stay awake just so that she can sleep. I want today to be the last day I wake up believing it's my last. I hope tomorrow is the last day I wake up loving someone who does not love me. She is not a bad person. She's wonderful and she's living. Where ever she stops spinning, I hope they make it worth her time. Now all I think is that I need to stop thinking, but I know now that there will always be those songs that remind me of her. Summer will always be the season I fell in love and long drives during warms nights or empty hours of the morning will always be spent staining the roadways with thoughts of her. This is my life and love is eternal.
