when i hear that one pretty song play when i pass by my favorite kind of flowers when i read books and come across your name i’m suddenly reminded of your laughter and that sweet bubblegum smile you often waltz into my daydreams and before you leave i wish for more time just thoughts of you bring me peace when i look up at the warm golden sky when i find myself slowly falling asleep when i can’t help you being on my mind
Lips touch Over distance, I feel your presence as surely as you were here In the fields of violets, The orchards of plums, And clouds of feathers Somersaulting Over my palate,
Mixing palettes Of hazy daydreams With wine and frosted watercolors, Tracing portraits of you In streams of color Spilling through the windowpanes After flocks of butterflies Across my uncharted Heart.
I was heavily reliant on music To make those bad thoughts go away It's useless, you're undeserving What's the point of living anyway? I would run to my daydreams Wherever my soundtrack would take me A place where my love was whole It always felt safer than reality A place I yearned for Filled with security, stability I'd go whenever my heart was torn There, I would mend it with my creativity Where heartfelt cuts and bruises Were patched up with hopes and dreams Only to appear as fully healed As it didn't stop the bleeding underneath Slowly I'm cleaning my insides Releasing the old toxicity So I can build on those hopes and dreams And one day be healed wholeheartedly
My head. My thoughts. It's a bunch of you's and a bunch of me's, doing everyday things. Sometimes you ride in the car with me to work when I'm feeling overwhelmed. Sometimes you're buying ice cream with me at Raleys, and choosing the red box movie. Sometimes you're lying next to me, telling me about your day as your fingers twiddle with mine. I like the times when you're with me, but I want the times where I'm with you.