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Something Simple Apr 2015
The waves rocked the frothing sea and salt stings the wounds
Oh he said he'd never loved me through the heat and hurt
The deck rocks beneath my feet and I still stand before him
And he's screaming, he's screaming out my name
Every word is a temptest, every word is a storm
And these waves are getting higher without anything to hold
Buzzing in my ears, beating in my heart

Waves around your neck, foam in your lungs
I'm drowing! Please don't drown with me!
But we're already sinking, planks are breaking and the water's coming in
Oh the water's coming in
And salt stings as it goes down, you brought this on yourself
I was drowning long ago and now those tears have found home
Oh we're going down! What a time to drown1

You always said bad luck came when a women went aboard
One word and it's over, the tidal waves are rising
Froth, foam, white and green glass covering in sheets
Wrapped up in each other's strings there's no room for us to breathe
And we're going down

I'm drowing! Please don't drown with me!
The seaweed wraps around us
Nothing left but a wreck
No air for these lungs
Something Simple Apr 2015
In the tide of time I was nothing,
The sun forgot that I knew a time when it did not shine.
Witnessed the birth of stars and galaxys
But all this time hasn't ment a thing.
Growing old and grown up long ago,
Decided never to find a home.
Faces and places are nothing,
Life is just an illusion.
Been losing and losing.
Some day I'll know if this was worth choosing.
Something Simple Apr 2015
And finally one of you is coming home,
taking the steps to get back the world you love.
The world you left,
it'll be a struggle but the end justifys the means.

Will they remember you?
Something Simple Feb 2015
I'm having a hard time
Fanthoming your moods into constellations
Your freckles are not stars
And your eyes hold no galaxies
Faraway places have never left their mark on you
Finger-tip traces never bring forth Milkyways
Something Simple Feb 2015
All these poems are filled with what I might become
Every word, every question speaks from my own heart
Shall I be broken and bitter in time?
Will I never be able to rewind and find where I went wrong?
The future's coming on strong
And Lighting don't strike like it used to.
Am I washed out at 17?
Will I become who I was ment to be?
Or will I simply fade with the tide?
Something Simple Feb 2015
And so the tide of change creeps in
As we try to hide our shallow hearts
And Graveyard minds
Something Simple Feb 2015
Tell me what to ask
What to do now
Where I should go
Or if I should stay

Tell me what I can change
What I can not
How to tell the difference
And how to let someone go
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