my brain is clouded
my heart is so sad

i dont seem to knw what type

The first thoughts of my days
and the last thoughts of my nights
has left me alone in the void
to do nothing but wander here and there;

Tell me, how do I move on
when my heart
has found its home?

Your eyes made me feel proud
and I could find them in any crowd,
but how stupid of me to think
that I was the only flower in your garden.

I've lost a part of my heart
that was never really mine
and now it hurts so much
as if I have lost a real part.

Although if I let you go away,
I will still find the missing pieces
of you in others because
I can never let you go.

You are still stuck over a soul,
and there's nothing I can do more
but all I am asking for is a chance,
and of course, I'll wait even when the train doesn't arrive.

Go, my weary soul, go and rest
Go, my saddened thoughts, go to bed
Close your eyes for a minute or two
Calm your heart that drowns in blue
Go, my lost friend, and look upon the crying skies
Go, my lost god, and find the missing stars by night
Walk one more step along the journey with the weight you have carried
Set your eyes for the treasure, all the memories you have buried
So go, my lovely dear, go and rest
Go, one last time, before goodbye and make do of the best

How can I unmake indignant hands,
rolled, into fists?
If I kiss the fingers, will they unfold,
like celestial doors,
and beckon me in?
If I traverse your lifeline,
with softened eyes, and lips,
will we time skip,
Into a time, and place,
that's better, than this?

Even in thunder,
you dwell
at the center, of me.

I wonder,
would you melt...
with my hand, on your cheek.

Words evade me, often on this day, if I become more silent
Then would I be able to avoid my place?
Just one card bought me just half a day of smiles that even I couldn't keep off my face
And I wish I had said something if I had known what to say
Although you don't know, there are many reasons why
And even then, I'll ignore the day and pray for the gift of rain from the sky

Would it be such a bad thing to fall just once?
Thoughts flood, and some are screaming loud
Others will be missed, leaving without a sound
Holding your hands up to the sky, to catch the rain as it falls
And for once, I think you'll sit in silence with me.
But you never made the call

Will you let yourself rest now?
Holding your hands over your face perhaps you can drown the rest out
Some memories will fade, but others will persist
Sometimes, every single thought is screeching loud
But others... You'll simply miss

Paper boats, gliding across an open lake
We never thought it’d reach the other side
A note at stake that we thought would sink
In prayer that so will the thoughts we hid inside
The scent of lemons as we sat by each other
Crossing our arms over ourselves, protecting ourselves like our mothers
Should have, should have held us when they had the chance
But we are far away now
Our tears become kites that we fly up in the breeze
To have some sort of embrace, though rather cold
We know that where we go is up where we seem to be
But even our senses are wrong, our emotions not so keen
The smell of sweet salt dances in the air,
As if teasing our eyes once again
To be met with the cheeks until going down our cheeks
Into our hands in a closet
The sweet tang of lemon as a message is written
Burned, the repeated
Through this cycle that we once called life, a game we don’t care to lose
So once again we watch as the paper starts to glide
But instead of the paper boat so carefully folded
A plan with wings made of a feather sets free among the wind
Over the river, over the mountains, over that lake to what we’ve sent
Where it shall go, we’ll never know
And we hope for the words to drown again
To dissolve before reaching the dear God’s hand
Written of travels over his beautiful, broken land
We hope that it remains unread,
But he read our lips before the thoughts were even said

We often do not
Notice when the small things go
Like one firefly
In the midst of a crowd
Or a star
In the presence of the moon
This story was far from a sentence
But it started from a word
From one thought to another
From pleasure to hurt
But I see as the petals
Start to fall
As the ink
Runs dry
The once rivers
Turned to stone
Like a magic story
That was a lie
They do not cry for you
But I stand at your grave
The symbol of my presence
And the shadow of my pain
I once held you
Like a treasure
But that too
Was gone
How often did love measure
With a rose's love thorn