Karo 1h
17
if you want to leave me
do it now
might bleed, won't cry
lost all my tears
for another
once upon a time
Days were short, but nights were long
While I was with you, I drew my dreams in crayon
Messy sketches, missing puzzle pieces
But adding you, it felt like it was coming along

It didn’t matter if the sun was asleep
We danced in the dark like we could still see

Sweaters on cold nights and warm talks that seemed to last forever
Undercovered from the after-rain at coffee shops
Walks that were in summery weather
Always waiting by the max station by the Moda Center
Our destination didn't matter, we were on an adventure

The night was young and so was our love
Memories were long, but moments were short
I feel childish to hold on
This is why my dreams are still in crayon.

1 Corithians 13:7-8
You were a dream
And like all dreams, they cannot be only reached for…
And I was too lazy to work for it.
Because like all dreams they start to fade
And I couldn’t remember why you were worth it anymore.
Hello, Waitress in the sky
She throws the world a smile
bats her eyes in a wink she's gone
Alone and hurling through the clouds
calming others through turbulence
Fuck the corporate scene
Type A personalities acting mean
so she trades blue for green

Goodbye Waitress in the sky
trade her wings for a diamond ring
So long her need for speed
racing on the runway
from higher mind to inception of roots
Mama Earth chose her to grow

She was flying with the birds but now
she's swimming with the fishes

Deflated dreams of broadening horizons
a popped balloon and a rolling stone
nowhere to go but everywhere
Oh Lord, she won't get the answer tonight
Oh sky, give her the strength to fly
Oh Queen, find her a smart place to run
and that's why she took US 66 for a drive
today waking up at three am was different
warm and comfortable in my own dark and silence
in no rush and no hurry to hush my body into a thoughtless nightmare
a soft buzz from a car passed by my window
and a sweet drum of rain lulled me back to my dreams
it’s surprising to find yourself awake at such time without a any sweat covering my quaking body. it was just quiet, the way it hasn’t been for quite a while.
But the many words
I want to say to you
will hide within the
recesses of my mouth
like the fiery sun kneels
beneath the vast horizon.

But maybe in the pale light
of the midnight moon,
my words will be whispered
gently as you sleep,
and you will dream of me
and the words I wish to say.
vemod | Swedish | (n.) a tender sadness or pensive melancholy; the calm feeling that something emotionally significant is over and never will be back
Lay awake and sing along to the songs you like to sing
Hit repeat

Feel a sting, unexpectedly
Which it makes you think
about how such a beautiful thing
fell and crumbled at your feet

Looking in a mirror
I can only blame the one looking back at me
I need to sleep, I need to sleep
But Im too scared
to dream
I inhale the dark mist of self sodomising reflections like it were the sweet smell of nostalgia; Lavender on my pillow playing soft symphonies of content. This is no longer a reality but can be re-lived through memories, through a silver-lined portal of pretend; the face staring back at me, I know, is a devise; all fogged by want. This is the face I choose, the one I wear today. It may change, but for now, like a magic trick, smoke and mirrors guard me and my secrets.
Velvet dusk
And the city opens its thousand eyes
Busy streets and tired minds
My heart longs for your touch

And I go home
With traces of you in me.
And I sleep well
With you in my memory.
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