I'm here sitting
alone,
the smell of coffee runs through
my veins,
some music i probably will forget
in a few years arguing with
the thought of you,

But I'm here,
I'm here,
writing about what's happening

pretty boring huh?

i call myself a poet
but i can't use high metaphors,

i call myself a poet
but i can't describe fully
how you make me feel

i call myself a poet

but what am i?

I'm just a kid
scared of life
finding new ways to cope
searching for someone to love,
desperate,
not holding unto my dreams
how can i choose with my mind
what's right for the heart to choose.

and you see?
don't you see?

don't worry i can't either

i can't see how great i am
i can't see how other people see me
i wish i could.

i want to believe this was a dream
or
a nightmare at that.

But at last.
I'm here wishing that in another life
i could be with you,
or
maybe in other deaths,

i crave your touch,
i crave you..
with coffee waking up my senses
like a kid in summer waking up early
to go play with his friends.

i wish things were different,
so i wouldn't have to wish.

A world for you, a world for me
No one else dwells
To sing in the rain

A world for you, for your comfort
Shut your apartment
Sleeping away the day

A world for me, no one has seen
To hide and be free
And I’ll sing as much as I want
Take advantage and weep
Because no one here will ask why
With no one to see

A world for me, it’s what exists for me
Perpetual rain
Chilly warmth but I’m with my coat
And while I weep
I’ll sing myself a song
Walking in the rain

A world for me, not for you
No space left, I’m afraid
All reservations filled
Can’t wait
I got to
Sing in the rain

A world for me, another for you

I’ll weep because of the rain
Because the love of life it’s too much to contain
I’ll let it all out
And I’ll
Explode
In a world for me

theres a breaking point inside of us.
it can be hard to find.
we are all made out of glass, and we act as if we arent breakable.
we treat ourselves with caution,
yet neglect every other fragile thing around us.