you are the soothing hum
the grass stains on my jeans
the summer in my hair
the color in my cheeks
you are the the constant wave
beating against my heart
the warm honey on my lips
the paint on my nails
you are the perfect dance
and a moonlit ride
the sticky vanilla cream
you are the flower in my palm
the reason I smile
the chills down my spine
you are more than you'll ever know
you are the love of my life

Somebody just give me a sign
That everything is going as planned
I can't believe after all this time
You haven't changed one bit
Your smile is cracking
Your temper is flying
So high
Your fists are clenched up now
It's time to leave this matter
To die
Time to bury a hatchet
The details should never survive
I have no interest anymore
No time to think
Just turn around and walk
Straight out the door
And hit the wall
Of conciousness as you awake
From your deep dark sleep
Hearing a noise
Just curtains in the wind 
You think as you stirr
Turn to your left
Think about your life
This time everything Is real
This time it's gone
This time it's taken far too long
You gasp as you see
Turns out it wasn't a dream
The sheets are all tossed
The man there is gone
All that's left is broken dreams in his wake

Take this deal,
Sign it with red,
Use one of these drops
In which I have bled

I'm tired of everything
Now do you see
What all this ****
Is doing to me?

My sanity is slipping
Slowly losing it's hold
Like in a poker game,
I'm sure it will fold

I'm on the verge
Of losing everything I had
All because I ****** up
Did something bad

I'm sorry I'm not
The perfect child
But could you please understand
That I will never be for a while?

Perfection is a goal
Something you desire
But like a normal man
We all stand too close to the fire

Dreaming of something
That we can never gain
Throughout this journey
There's nothing but pain

The truth comes out
Nobodys perfect
So in the end of it all,
Is the pain really worth it?

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This is a
collaboration between Christopher Glyn John Smith
& redbarchettadrive


I gave her warm wine and flowers,
and she gave me her hand,
and she led me down into
the promised land.

She gave me skin so soft
that felt of the purest silk.
A touch that was tender,
she tasted of honey and milk.

She was my heaven on earth
with such warm copper skin.
Was I just dreamin'?
Was this all a sin?

She is the girl
the girl in my dreams
She keeps me alive
The girl in my dreams

We've kissed once or twice,
subliminally silenced the screams,
but while I'm combing her hair,
she just rocks and she sings...

She sang, give me your life
And I will give you my soul
Give me all of your love
And I will grant you your goal

So, I gave her my life,
then to me it occurs
that she's jumped back into my mind
and she laid down hers.

I gave her warm wine and flowers,
and she gave me her hand,
and she led me down into
the promised land.

She gave me skin so soft
that felt of the purest silk.
A touch that was tender,
she tasted of honey and milk.

She is the girl
The girl in my dreams
She keeps me alive
The girl in my dreams

We've kissed once or twice,
subliminally silenced the screams,
but while I'm combing her hair,
she just rocks and she sings...

She sang, give me your life
And I will give you my soul
Give me all of your love
And I will grant you your goal

So, I gave her my life,
then to me it occurs
that she's jumped back into my mind
and she laid down hers.

He said, "I only knew of one way to love you, and it
was not how you wanted it. What could we do
not to let go of everything we've had?"

And I cried
for not knowing the answer as I
always did. I wanted
no one else but him, I remembered
every second we shared. My eyes
were forever locked in the direction of his.

Events change against our will, taking us
away from where we want to be, what we dream together, and
other secrets between two lovers.

Every moment would play in my mind
over and over like a shameless promotion
of "everything you've ever wanted"
yet when you make the call,
"everything" is now out of stock.

Every night I woke up
to the empty side of my bed,
the empty void in my heart, knowing
they would always belong to him.

If we must move on
how would I even begin
talking laughing kissing loving
the way I did with him in my life?
How would I forgo my habits
that fit perfectly with his?
How would I forget his name
written on my soul and body?

he never brings me flowers
only symphonies of the moment
they speak of delicate voids
and the darkness of the season
he brings it close to my ear
and doesn't smile
the sounds drip slowly
like blood
they cut through each *****
the notes pierce through
my bloodstream
until it all falls out of me
and gathers in a pool
at my feet

i dont ask him why
i don't ask him why
because he doesn't know why
he looks and blinks
but he doesn't say why

he leaves through the back door
and walks down the driveway
i go to the sink
and i wash my hands
but the blood stains