When things don't seem so good, there's always something to take. When those bad thoughts gather, you have to take hold of a pen. When your house gets all cluttered, you have to take out the trash. When you feel so overwhelmed, you have to take a step back. When you fail yet again in life, you have to take some notes for next time. Most importantly of all, if you start feeling like dying, you have to take some meds. There's always something to take, but nobody ever takes me seriously.
It often seems like you need to take something from outside of your environment to keep going on in life. I'm not sure if I like being so dependent.
Catch me like snowflakes on the tip of your tongue Take me way back to they days we were young Flickering waves of nostalgia crash on shores of my mind Regret rolls in then right back out much like the oceans tide Melding seamlesslessly into these rivers composed of tears The horizontal sea is darker and deeper than it appears Where your memories have drowned inside a wet washed up grave Staring back at photographs documenting love we couldn't save Your unconcious eyes have no longing for my smile Seeking to be with someone else for awhile Catch me My wings are too broken to fly Too late I find out when I am falling from the sky For I always seem to jump the gun before being fully prepared Which wouldn't be a problem if you had genuinely cared For just a few years ago your affection was solely mine to keep How could I not have noticed we were getting in too deep? Priorities out of order I guess we ran out of time And you stopped idolizing the person once considered so sublime And in your haste to discover something shiny and new You overlooked the treasure you had right in front of you
Appreciate what you have already. One day you might wake up and find out that you missed out on diamonds while you were mining for gold.
“All my roses like to go,” He says looking outside. “I am sure they’ll come again, In the spring they’ll come out, Wherever they do hide, And I’ll be able to rest.”
Something has eaten my flowers...again And I am not sure who to blame. I take such nice care of them But they never seem to grow. Maybe there is a mole… Yes feasting away my crop Or perhaps I am too early And the chill has made them stop. I say laments and I cry But all I ever do Is shrivel up and die.
I will try something else, Roses always die too soon I will try something else! And then I do nothing. Weeds and vines grow about Clogging my drains as they sprout. My garden feels empty All I want is one thing But then I'm left with plenty.
You once had a nice presence Here some time ago But then one day you stopped And left me all alone. Roses, they are telling me That I am not the one they want Somehow I’m not good enough And I should just stop.
Barbous thing you tricked me Was it ever mine to want That i gave you all the conditions And you gave me naught. So I look in puddles And hear about others success But all I do is wilt And in it I regress.
I feel like gypsum A minor step in between Stale and used Time has expired for me. Why are there so many vines, Why is there so many weeds, All vexing me in all directions I wish I could fall asleep.
My face is cracking plaster As I start to weep I feel my mind sinking And I start to dream. You are the ****** one With little of success. I am the ****** one, They know what is best.
I changed everything So i could be adequate I played the role they liked But in the end I am looked at In bitter thoughts and spite.
There is a curious thing growing in my garden. The vines have blossomed And the weeds bear fruit. Is this the allure of sadness Or just an unrealized truth Because I sit and look At the thing I ignored.
So here I take What has been given And we brush away The mistake I’m living So stop with all this fake peace You should have been Honest with me.
So find some sugar songbird, You can bury me alive. But I’m not the one Having something to hide.
Here is my garden, There is plenty of space And i don’t want to live Under your passive glance.
Here is my chance I’ll try to let go. But I am the memory of someone They will always know.
you wont ever see me dance in up(r)ple rain or the way my eyes glint in the setting sun (y)ou wont catch our scent of coffee or feel the soft lingering of my h(a)nd you wont taste the cherry o(n) my lips or hear my unfinished lullaby
you wont talk to me anymore. you made sure of that too.
(you) *******, you(h)eartbreaking familiar stranger take it all back (u)nset ou(r) da(t)e and senti(me)nts (take it all back)