The sweet scent of the air in spring makes me feel...


Disconnected.


Should I remember the flowers that bloomed?
Or past relationships that withered?

Perhaps my several trips to the seaside?
Or would I just drown in worries?

The comfortable combination of
Warm sunshine,
Cool breeze?
Or the painful sting of
Burning
Betrayal?

Though it is a new season, in a new year,
I can't help but feel aged with burden.

I used to gaze at the clouds all day long
I used to love to dance in the rain
I used to love the sunshine on my skin
now I never go outside
I just watch as passion seeps from my life

I used to walk on eggshells for you
I never let them crack or make a sound
I used to stand on a pedestal with you
despite my fear of heights
but what did you ever sacrifice for me?

I'm not the same as I once was
the smiles that I wore
have all gone out of season and expired
but out of all the things that I have loved and lost
you are the one goodbye I don't regret

Keep your pedestal
I'm building myself a shrine
A person like me
Was meant to be worshipped

Hey you there!
Sunshine that ringing like a bell
Get ready to shaking my cell
Made little butterflies over my head won't stop yell
Back to a thing that i ever fell
Little secret that i never tell
To the one that clearly to spell
I'm standing here just wishing you well

I hate winter
Yes i do
Simply because
There's nothing to do

But I love the time
When it's nearing its end
And the sunshine
Returns to the land

And its rays show
The true beauty of light
As it shines in my face
And beautifies the thing
That I hate.

In your arms I find home
And in your skin I wish I could burrow.
In your chest hair I weave my fingers
In your legs I tangle mine.
And when you leave, the feeling lingers
And the warmth left by you
Is like the moment my skin feels the sunshine.

******* at the shoes
And stuck in the
Time Warp
Imagine that
If you get caught in a problem
Hope I can take care of you

******* at the shoes
A simple beat
A promising feeling
Waking in the morning
Feeling the place in my heart

A heart's a place
Where keep that key
Every now and then
Channeling the inner fury
The visions slip into time

The pervading norm
Be a normal citizen
With a heart of gold
Cause this is a heart of silver
In a gold mine
Of strangers
Of this purple Haze
Finished in a black handbag
The same gun
The purse carries
Things that keep trapped hearts
Shut
The same hall you've been through
With some fool's dream
Or nightmare of the city lights
Around the star's constellation
The person that you were
Will not be the same, to you once more

You could inspire a nation
If you were the right color
Of a white yet black race

I’ve been struck down again,
fully aware it’s my own doing.
Do you have a heart you can lend?
Mine’s drying from the taping and the glueing.
Oh my darling, oh my darling,
oh my sweet Clementine,
are you smiling or are you snarling,
more importantly are you mine?

Outside the window seasons blend,
the temperature holds no meaning.
I notice the change and the trend,
to ignore the withdrawals from weaning.
Oh my darling, oh my darling,
oh my sweet Clementine,
you’ve been avoiding and been barring,
but you can’t severe this line.

The stronger the initial fear
usually means the most is at stake,
and trying to prevent a single tear
can lead to the worst heartbreak.
Those who leave the best memories
usually leave us with the most hurt,
you know we can’t just live life with ease,
there needs to be some blood on a white shirt.

You can try to completely forget someone,
but putting that effort in means you’re actually fixated more,
and after all is said and done,
honestly who do you wish to be behind that door?

Oh my darling, oh my darling,
oh my sweet Clementine,
is it cleansing or more harming,
to live in denial all the time?

Oh my darling, oh my darling,
oh my sweet Clementine,
when it’s finished it’ll be starting,
and I’ll stand under the Montauk sign.