Travel down this here icy river. Sleep in the car. Catch a cold. Burn parallel sticks of cancer. Back against cold bark. Lack of confidence. Black sweater. She forgot to progress. Her story was nice. Dark pine. It’s getting dark outside. It’s too good inside. Buried fire letters. They were never sent. I’ll get out of here soon. Washington county. Pyro slugs. All caught up in tear sleeves. I’ll help your helping hand. No help here. The world made cones are my saviors. Your neon wounds have been saved. Helping paper cup. Your friendly neighborhood razor cuts. Hands grasping forest side. I’ll forever. Be by your side.
Don't give me dreams of holding her when she's far from within my reach. Don't let me dream of her lips when she's so far away from me. And don't give me dreams of her legs intertwining with mine. Please don't ask me how I'm doing, cause I'll swear I'm doing just fine. I can't have dreams of her looking at me when I lie down and close my eyes. I can't fathom a life without her but all I have now are sleepless lullabies.
I feel too deeply; I know. You mustn't tell me which way the wind blows. Love is not merely a four-letter word - something to be taken lightly. It is a whispered promise only heard by those who can truly see. Seeing with the heart, sometimes you go blind. And I swear, I might be.. I'm out of my mind.
It is the skin from which I'm bread, the blood pulsing through my veins - It is the thoughts running, running through my head with every breath that I take.
I've got memories lined up like dominoes - I can tell you which belongs to whom. These are the stones that life throws, though you may feel it's far too soon.
Nostalgia is my worst enemy, yet, we waltz every single night. I remember, bittersweet, her holding me, & simultaneously trying to forget with all my might.
But memories, they're my favorite ghosts who continue to haunt my dreams. Where everything is so lovely, and for once, once more: everything is what it seems.
Her hair could catch fire to the wind. Her emerald eyes gave her name away, made the earth stand still every day. Her body was the sun, she said I was "the one" now I wish to god I wasn't because all that's good is gone. she didn't leave me without trace of sin, my tears carry on the wind. She left a fire in my soul. Even if she's dead and gone she didn't leave an empty hole. I can now stand atop the moral totem pole, and god can play his games. But I will only answer when she calls my name.