SHUT. THE ****. UP.*
No matter what you fucken say,
No matter how much water you drown into my mouth,
I *won't swallow it.

Because if I do,
If I swallow that water of faith, support and euphoria...
I'll forget him...
So please...

Just leave me to wallow in the mud of my own misery...

I saw a lovely flower
in the desert sand
Its fragrance carried
across the arid land

And as I pushed
with my last reserve
Toward one gem
so lovingly preserved

My senses still
drawn to the scent
But then how
and where it went

I did not see and
still do not know,
it happened so quick
and so long ago

The flower exquisite
wasn't there anymore
it was not the petals
but the aroma I went for

i've been to enough shows to know how people act
when I saw Three Days Grace, people seemed to
avoid each other at all costs
when I saw chevelle, the room was filled with nostalgia
however, I was far too young to understand
I just loved their music, and the way they arranged words
when I saw New Found Glory, I made a friend
People were goofy, fun to be around
when I saw Paramore, there was so many people
no one really cared to interact, but the one girl
who held my camera up for me because I'm not tall enough
when I saw of mice & men, with Bring Me The Horizon
everyone was so full of energy, and took care of each other
and in all these places, and being surrounded
by all these strangers
it all felt like family

In the twilight of the day
sits a dusty old soul
bent over
the years have taken their toll
his bony fingers, tossing pebbles
watch them sink, to the bottom
of the gentile flowing stream
counting backwards
in hopes to recapture his youth
time is a constant, life has an ending
and this pile of pebbles, that dam the stream
perhaps it will delay the end
if only for one more day

to begin each day with a yawn and a smile
is a blessing
to rise from your bed and feel your toes
is a double blessing
to love and be loved
is a gift from above
spread it around

Four thousand six hundred fifty two miles away
from my small town front door to the bed where you lay.
One thousand one hundred fifty minutes from you,
a long time to travel but I'd do it for you.
Two hundred thirty two days  since you left,
two hundred thirty one nights without rest.
A million statistics but none that I see
that will ever be enough to keep you from me.