Just as water runs, so does he. He can't be contained, like a river running to a waterfall. Even with all his strength and power, he can't help but choose the path he is on. All I was to him was simply the dam to restrain his natural stride. He does as he wants, not needing to have an excuse. It's just nature, isn't it? He's the river and I'm the waterfall. Falling for his guise, hoping that I'll run back into him soon enough.
Reflections in broken mirrors through watery eyes. Maybe it's not the mirror that's broken. If only I was able to get to the other side. I'd see tears on a red face and see pain and hurt and sadness. There's no sound on the other side. It's quiet. The mirror isn't broken and neither are any of the people there. They're all empty. They can't help us from the other side. They just watch.
You can water your plants. You can walk your dog everyday. You can feed the birds in the park. But the day that you forget to sustain your plants, or are too busy to cater to your dogs need for the outdoor experience, or run out of bird food for the park, things tend to fall out of balance. Plants survive, so do the dogs and the birds. They start to believe in an entitlement to your generous acts. Something I've learned is that it's not always your job to take care of someone else. There's always rainstorms, back doors, and picnic crumbs waiting for their turn to take care of someone.
I used to feel pressure for having to be the source of someone's happiness.
All the stuff is gone, tangible, but the memories still stand in the corner like he once did A room of love and hurt and laughter Boxes hold belongings and the walls hold in the voices and whispers of admiration They bounce back and forth off the paper thinness that holds this place together All the stuff is gone, tangible The whole room is empty yet it’s full and I can't box up memories
I'm chasing a feeling But it's running too fast He's just candy temptation He gets paid to love you, don't stress it Don't hug, just touch But if you throw a little more he might budge If you think there's something there when you're the only two in the room Well, I've got some news for you There's not much that this boy won't do
Why am I here? I've got better things to do But I still drive to the same place It's not impulse that brought me here to you I'm chasing a feeling Gotta keep up the pace Check the check-list Everything done with? Said I'm not gonna go back today but its 11:30 p.m. Lights are dimming How did I get in here? I swear I didn't mean to meet you here Yes, I know I saw you last week... ...and every night since that point That's not the point Let's get to the point
I'm chasing a feeling But it's running too fast Maybe it's love, maybe it's **** Maybe I'm allergic to the pollen and dust Maybe I'm wrong and I should probably leave He's here every night He gives everybody what they want Not because they need it But because they can have it, so they seek it Is that why I'm here too?
Give them your love because you can Turn your thoughts off, they don't belong here Leave loyalty at the door and kick your inhibitions off at the welcome-mat No one has any here The front door changes you.
Yes, this is about exactly what you think it is about. This was one of the first poems I ever wrote. It’s kinda long but I actually like it a lot.