tired eyes,
drooping eyelids,
the ceiling is a old picture to be seen,
the paint is dull,
the stars dim,
the paintings crumble,
in this old room i lay,
my eyes open,
sleep is out of reach,
yet for a moment when the clock strikes 3:00 am,
i see something out of the corner of my eye,
a sharp point end,
a arrow's end,
red bumpy skin,
i think i forgot,
my clock is three hours behide,

so isn't it twelve?

the devil's hour?

then why do i feel like i'm the devil here?

give me a second to catch up,
your running too fast for me,
i'm scared you will leave,
please do not despise me if i told you something,
i was always ahead of you,
do you wish to hear a lie?
something you shall not know,
until it clicks,
until i have already ran too far for your hands to grasp,
i love you.

everytime you don't realize you break me,
you always say friend,
am that all i am to you?
your best friend,
i'll always be by your side,
i'll always be here for you,
yet i can't help but wonder,
could we ever be more than best friends?
and yet you never tell me,
you know my secret but never answer,
always changing the subject,
i'll do my best to wait,
yet i wonder when my patience will run out.

i'm afraid your ride has ended here,
do not bother to try to travel further,
i can't let you closer,
it only get colder,
i can't get any bolder,

i swear i tried,
the thought of letting you in anymore,
it sends shivers down my spine,
i would love to-
but i can't,
this reflex can't be stopped,

don't you ever wonder what people are whispering?
the way they grin,
what if it is all fake?
what if they aren't real?
**what if they are using me?

life is bittersweet you could say,
you'll die one day
live the rest,
everyday is a chance, a miracle,
things happen,
troubling,
loving,
thick and thin,
yet I'm so happy I get to spend my bittersweet life,
with you and only you,
m y    l o v e

tumbling down the mountain,
​plunging into the deep water,
​screaming out his pain,
​his screech was all he had,
​his stories were all he knew,
​his smile was what he was known for.