I lost you in one night.
I lost myself over a year.
I can’t find the solace I had,
In being alone,
Without being sad.
It’s a feeling of melancholy,
When it used to be tranquil
For you, I acted in sheer folly,
Now I don’t know the walls that surround me.

Pity a man in familiar places who yet feels like a stranger.

Her eyes were like the ocean,
So blue, yet far from the emotion.
Her hair was a straw like gold,
A beautiful girl but her feet were always cold.

She brings herself down,
Like every guy that comes around.
So scared of being of being broken,
She leave all her thoughts unspoken.

If only they can see how beautiful she is,
If only they knew how clever she really is.
If only someone would show her how beautiful she is,
If only someone would tell her how clever she really is.

You dropped me like a platter,
I was only bound to shatter.

But instead i broke in half,
I lost the half that made me full,
Now my life is half empty,
And Im a slave to time,
The days have lost their meaning,
I dont serve half a purpose,
I just wait for the next day to come,
And the then for the one after,
My life’s been torn in two,
Time and Space dont work together,
Because though time passes,
There is nothing waiting to happen,
Only another hour to pass,
Until the final hour strikes,
And i pass with it.

She always showed me good music,
Yet we never got to dance.
Now I’m saving songs to show her,
Hoping some day I get the chance.

Though I loved to hear those songs,
Only her voice made me want to move my feet,
Our love was the perfect melody,
While in sync, our hearts kept the beat.

I feel like I could bleed a rainbow,
For once I can sit calmly,
My thoughts will flow,
They are a gentle stream,
Yet even as a surging waterfall,
They bring me solace this once.
Perhaps I have found myself again,
Perhaps I have completely lost my mind.
Perhaps what we seldom feel,
Are the feelings we should not,
For life is little about pleasure,
More so about sacrifice.

She’s pure as white,
Yet it hides her from the world,
Like a rabbit in a snowstorm,
Innocence blankets her true colours,
I always loved winter,
The idea of the world covered in white,
As if the world could wear a mask once a year and pretend to be innocent,
We indulge in the spirits of the holidays and for a little while,
Everything is okay.

Comes to your door with tulips,
Kisses your mouth then drifts away,
Slowly down to your two lips,
Its not consent if it's just okay.

Her beautiful legs stripped of their cover,
Clothes torn off and thrown on the floor,
Is the person before you truly a lover,
Or one who will turn and call you a *****?

I woke up today and brushed my teeth.
I looked out the window as I did and saw you.
Not outside but through the shy reflection.
It was dull yet I am obsequious when subject to your essence.
I saw you hugging me but never felt it.
Only the cold floor keeps me company as of the time you left.
It’s been about 1521 hours or 63 days a 9 hours.
But the minutes are still ticking and I can hear them.
They rip the air like a jet breaking the sound barrier.
The sounds resonate within me.
I absorb the time as it passes and I feel as though I age quicker.
The stress added onto my grey hairs.
Sometimes I think I see an Old man by me when I pass by the mirror.
Except he’s unhappy.
Or perhaps its the melancholy feeling of outliving your undead wife who would not marry you because you cannot tell the truth.
What truth exists for the man running from his past?
If you run fast enough will you escape your past?
Or can you leave it behind without taking a step?
What is the past?
What is the present?
Is now the present?
If it is bygone to now?
In which case you have not left since because you never came.
The awful part is I felt you then and feel you now.
Though you never were and no longer are.
These thoughts rush my mind like a train with breaks that broke.
The tracks only lead to the dead end you’re not at.
Just before I feel your arms around me, the sunlight destroys your reflection.
Now I know you’re really gone.

My love for you is a rivers flow,
Which continues to rush in the winter snow.
Every night the moon will change its glow,
But the water will not stop or slow.
Even when the wind wont blow,
The river will not cease to go.
I say this now so you will know,
No matter how the hardships grow,
I will always love you and that is so.

A golden sunset, bleeding orange into the seas,
And the sight of walking under autumns trees,
The shine of a diamond, so elegant and kind,
Would only feel cold, in the hands of the blind.