Im tired of writing how beautiful it all was, yea there were flowers growing in the pits of our stomachs. But those flowers are dead, liquor isn't water. Yea we had stars in our eyes, but the galaxies are gone, replaced by a black hole. We had wind in our hair and sun on our skin, but the sun has been gone for awhile now, and my skin is pale. The wind died and its just stale air. We had locks over our hearts but we both had a key, I threw my key into the ocean, watching in wash away in the waves just as our love did. It was beautiful, but beauty doesnt last forever, soon your hair will turn grey, your skin will wrinkle and the beauty fades away.

Maybe it's the sound of your name that brings me to my knees
But maybe its my lungs telling me to breathe

Some trees are harder to climb, some have spindly branches that break with each step you take. Some trees are too high up that the fear of falling enables you to climb. Life is like a tree, sometimes life has spindly branches that break. Sometimes the fall is too great to take another step. But sometimes the climb is worth it, because the view is beautiful.

Sometimes staring into the nothingness is what gives us answers to questions that our mind hasn't even comprehended, its gives us an answer to the inevitable question. What happens when all this is over?

Have you ever ran so far your heart races and your lungs are screaming for oxygen? Thats how I feel everytime you look at me. Though I'm never running, just standing still. Watching.

Eyes like a rainstorm
I know I should run for cover
But I'm caught in the headlights

You are the stars in the sky

You are the beat of my heart

You are the frozen ice in the trees in the midst of winter

You are the cool breeze on a hot summer day

You are the song I have on replay

You are the the warm blood running through my cold veins

You are the still water in the river by the abandoned house

You are the light in the darkest of night

You are the love in sad dark mind