The clock was wrong so we leapt ahead,
and now I’m left as good as dead.
The days without you drag on like lead.
Then nightfall comes with darkness and dread.
I know we can’t make it work, but we have too.
I know I can’t go on without you.
I search to fill the void in my heart
But the only key is the one who tore it apart
Forever is a long time, it’s scary to hear.
It’s even scarier to live for forever in fear.
We ran before walking despite advice from our peers
you tripped on your feet and we fell like our tears.
So for now we take two separate trains
To seek out answers to our internal pains
Although our tracks must split this way
What keeps me going is knowing we’ll meet again...some day.
Roses are red.
Violets are, violet .
But blue is what they said
And I just don’t know why yet.
Roses are red.
Violets are still violet.
And don’t ever forget
That I love your, eye lid.
Roses are still red.
Oops I guess violets ARE blue ;)
(Insert something cheesy)
Cuz baby I LOVE you!
Afraid of my writings
As I look back.
Betrayed by my words
Like an overweight book bag.
I'm so shook that
I took that
The same mistakes.
So I make new ones.
I lock away the pain.
I talk away to stay sane
But deep inside my brain
The curse of my poems remain.
Afraid to say the way I feel because the pain of words past is all too real.
I miss your face I miss your charm
The way you held me in your arms
I miss your smile I miss your smell
I miss the way you put me through hell
I miss the anxiety
The way you said bye to me
I miss the ******* way you lie to me
I only wanna talk to you
But I have nothing to say to you
I learned to love all of you
Before I realized I hated you
You are my morning, and my knight.
In darkness, you’re my light.
When I’m low you raise me
When I’m too wild you cage me.
You set me so free
Yet own all of my heart
I hope our love can be
Until death do us part.
The anchor weighs down the boat like a weary and uncertain heart. Aching and rusted, these chains increasingly weak as each roaring wave strains it more and more. The wooden sides of the boat are at maximum capacity, the mast already torn from the storm’s massive winds. Tears of god flood the deck as the storm grows nearer.
From inside the cabin sits a wise man upon an uncomfortable rusted chair. He no longer looks outside for signs of damage to the boat, as the boat is all he has left and he cannot handle worrying about it any longer. The cabin floor sways out to the open sea from the undertow, almost as if a magnet is pulling it away from the safety of the shore.
In just a few hours, the strongest force of the storm will be here. In anticipation, the man simply sits and waits in the vessel, fully prepared to go down with it, still clinging on to a clouded hope that his home will withstand its toughest test.
The man asks himself just one thing as he waits … “Will my heavy heart stay grounded through the toughest of times, or will the winds pull me drifting into the lonely sea? Time will tell. ”
To see the only flower in a barren yard
To hear the lonely cower of the broken and scarred
To wish to lift the spirits of others
To live life as friends and brothers.
The keys to happiness
whilst lying deep inside
begin from the heart
shielded by your pride.
The beauty in your soul
as life takes its nasty toll
Will only shine divine
once you love humans as a whole.