There's that point when you look back
and all you see is the reflection.
I remember when those cliffs flew by in the rear view
where the red dust kicked up on brand new shoes.
Those coastal waters
crystal blue
the evergreens before me....
Those winding roads that changed me once before
changed me again.
The docks were closed off, as was him.
All those promises...
All the innocence, dead.
Because we are older
we grew farther
he grew bigger
and I was leaving.
Saying goodbye.
When before I was already grieving
I knew it was fleeting.
Those moments covered in snow
footprints covered
no one would ever know.
The path in the sand would blow away
the love in his heart would fade .
One day when I'd love myself I found my way.
One day ill forget that love
there is nothing left to say.
Young love under covers
started off with lies and mistakes.
I was a loose canon
my flaws were larger than life.
My innocence and ignorance
gave me no right,
to be the way I was
but our youthful folly and love
is an alluring drug.
Captivates the soul
but soon drains from your veins.
Then your left alone in the cold... broken and old.
Forgive and forget.
Ill walk away one more time...
with tears in my eyes,
as there is anger on your face.
I've doubt you've found inner peace
I cant hate you.
I just pray for your soul...

I believe her to be insane
because she's listing her requirements
and I've managed to meet most of them,
but I'm still her Windex-ed glass window

I believe her to be insane
because she claimed she was jocking me
though she'd only met my voice
and lived near my Cali family

I believe her to be insane
because she liked me when she annoyed me
and was quick to end the years
after I said she was skinny

I believe her to be insane
because she could be straight up with everyone,
but whenever it came around to us
her mouth remained completely shut

I believe her to be insane
because I was more natural than her ex
Then suddenly she became work-obsessed,
but found time to marry the ex

I believe her to be insane
because she ******* up her life to get my attention
She was always beautiful, but deader inside
Another stereotypical trailer park girl

I believe her to be insane
because she searched the mall parking lot
to leave a bocay of daises
on the windshield of my car

I believe her to be insane
because she sang "Before You Walk Out of My Life"
more beautifully than Monica herself
exclusively to me late at night

I believe her to be insane
because she walked miles to see me at work
with bruised, sore, raw feet
to be somewhere safe away from him

I believe her to be insane
because she let me go in a heartbeat,
then she pleaded for my forgiveness,
then she let me go in another heartbeat

I believe her to be insane
because our poetry complimented perfectly,
but I wasn't the one she pictured
because of not being the desired ethnicity

I believe her to be insane
because she cherished me so much,
poetically revealed me to be the catch,
but she's the one that lost touch