She flew at night on a song
The rhythms and beats,
her feelings prolong
A single acid tear
Despite all the anger
Inside there was fear
She lay her head down to rest
Counting the sheep,
she tried her best
To keep the emotions inside
But behind her smile
the demons still hide
I wait aimlessly for your arrival
Just to see your smile
To hold you in my arms
To keep you from the world's harm
As I sit waiting
That moment I am creating
When I can finally see you standing before me
How lovely would that be
I hear your car outside
Last time I saw you I cried
As I run to meet you
I realize our love is true
Our bodies meet with an embrace
And all I can feel is my heart race
We spend hours together
We're two birds of a feather
I enjoy every second I have sitting beside you
Butterflies I get from you, as if our love is still new
The way you say goodbye
And the way you cry
And hug me so tight
In your arms it feels so right
Kissing you for what I know is the last time for awhile
Oh, how I'll miss that smile
As I walk away from the only thing I've ever really known
Home doesn't even feel like home
All I can say is that I miss you, Bay
Knowing you're about 130 miles
This is the tale of the little girl
that never wanted to grow
She only ever wanted to play
and to frolic in the meadow
As time passed by for the little girl
and as the flowers wither and die
all the little girl's friends grew up
and began to say goodbye
Without a friend to frolic with
the girl grew to be alone
Until she noticed with a shock
that like her friends, she had also grown
No longer wanting to prolong reality
the girl- now a woman left to find
new adventures in a world she once rejected
leaving the meadow of her childhood behind
"This is my dream," something fake,
a perfect life, give and take.
"This is heaven," something real,
but you think that's really how you'll feel?
"I wish I was happy more," all the time,
no, enjoying smaller things is a crime.
"Life has no meaning," needs to for sure,
"my life isn't perfect," where's the cure?
"This is my dream,"
this is their dream.
this is my dream.
as the watercolours bleed into the canvas of the sky
see the freckles of stars and constellations
in the momentary warmth that you feel, comfort; safety
it's beautiful isn't it?
see the white clouds
bright and ever so superior
stretching across the horizon
the area that belonged to the dark seas
but no longer
ever since the clouds claimed their territory
smiling, careless clouds
that the world we live in is like sugar
sweet and pleasant and utterly pure
that the sugar isn't crumbling
bit by bit
piece by piece
dissolving into sticky, empty nothingness
see the cracks on the ground
tell yourself that they're only on the surface
that they can be easily mended with cement
rehearse the parts you're meant to play
a good sibling, child, friend
act as though you put others before yourself
as though you think their happiness is more important than yours
as though you'd sacrifice your life
because you're selfless, aren't you?
the rehearsed banter and
the perfected smiles and
the expertly timed eye roll -- cock your head to the left squinted eyes
glare for half a second before rolling them
and watch the stars dissipate
as the haze clouds over it
from all the pollution
problems that we promised we would fix
and the sky soon settles into an eternal darkness
look straight ahead.
see eyes and noses and lips
some familiar and others not
see sincere smiles and forced smiles
see the world we live in
beautiful and wretched and human
did we make it this way
or did it make us this way
see the people around us
the eyes and noses and lips that form faces
the sincere smiles and forced smiles that form images
we're all beautiful and wretched and human
and there's absolutely everything and nothing we can do to change anything
look up or down or straight ahead or whatever
(maybe that's all we can really do)
be beautiful and wretched and human
be everything you've ever wanted to be
or everything you've never wanted to be
it's okay to be okay
it's okay to not be okay
it's okay to just be
Baby, I adore you in a special kind of way;
where I only need to think of you
to know everything will be okay.
You're my warm winter blanket,
even in the sweltering summer.
I was a blank coloring book before
and now you have filled me with color.
I don't look at the world
the way I did before I met my girl.
I've never admired the flowers
or soaked in the love of this world.
You've made everything brighter,
and I don't know what to say.
All I know is I just want you,
even on your rainy days.