Good morning Sunshine!
It's a Bright new Day

With a Sweet Kiss of Coffee
For a Cold Lips and Long Lashes

It's a Perfect Day indeed!
And You are Worth it!

Tell yourself
on a Monday Morning!
You are Worth **It!

Sometimes I just wanna give up
Sometimes I wish I wouldn't write another word
And to some, this scene has never needed somebody like me
Some call me over emotional
Others see it as sincerely devotional
And nothing makes sense to me
I should just walk and leave this be
How do I keep conjuring these verses
When I ain't ever going nowhere.
How can I keep releasing this material
When nobody can even see this as visual
Or me as a complete individual
It's so hard to please
But last time I checked I wrote for me

©2017 Written By Benji James

Another late night
I struggle to sleep
My cold, pale, heart
And a million broken dreams

Another late night
I'm stuck here alone
Agony chews the skin
Straight to the bone
The stitches in my chest
Have begun to divide
Blood gushes from my soul
Drowning me deep inside

Another late night
Eyes too tired to stay closed
My hopes dance away
With the shadows on the wall
I'll shut my eyes again
Try to sleep before dawn
Snag a few hours
Before they're all gone

one day everything will be just how i like it.
itll be warm but not too much.
the bed will be soft and so will the duvet and the light
and you'll be right there by my side.
because we know what we have.
our bond our trust will exceed all else.
ill have no words to describe how i feel but one.
an album actually not so much a word.
blonde.
ill feel like summer and new opportunities and lost loves and achingly sweet heartbreaks.
ill be scarily tranquil. a feeling that is greatly unbeknownst to me.
still ill have no words to describe how i feel but my favorite color.
ill feel like the color of sunsets and fire.
ill be a warm yet dusty orange.
so light and airy youd almost think i was a simple pink.
and this is what happiness will feel like

I am,

static bring me back the stone

bring back us the grave.

I am,

weathered and the stones

surface is covered in moss.

slipping my sleeping head beneath

slippery stone.

dead particles clinging to static.

I am,

shadows over your mouth

full feeling of weight and listless

ness lifting you to meet the sun.

I am

sound and soft waters

crisp undulating waves

polish my face.

     my teeth are sharp and white.