Sunday, November 21
Thursday, November 18
Trust
I just want you to know, there is such a thing as trust.
I can prove it, I'm trying to, because I've been where you are.
And it sucks don't it? Yeah, I know, it does.
I know how you feel, you see, I've been broken too.
Well you fixed me up nicely and my only wish is to do the same with you.
Don't be afraid to believe, you know I wouldn't lie to you.
Like I said, I know how it feels, and it's not something I'd want to put you through
Wednesday, November 17
I miss everything
And the way you'd slur every verb and how you'd emphasize every other word you'd say. The way you'd run your fingers through you hair. The way you'd smile that awfully, beautiful, crooked smile, that still gets me to this day. I miss the sound of your voice, blowing on my neck, causing my hairs to stand on end and a shiver to course through my spine. I miss placing my lips on those soft smiling eyes and the way your lashes tickled them sometimes. I miss how when we spoke, we'd finish off each other's sentences, it still blows my mind. I miss how we meshed so well, like two pieces of the same puzzle. I miss how it felt to be in your arms, safe and warm, like I was indestructible. I miss your tender touch, when you'd lift my chin towards your face and I'd take your cheek in my hand and we stayed in that position for what seemed like days. You can't forget the rush we both felt just before our lips first met. I miss when the only sounds we would hear were your fingers drumming against my skin, and the sweet nothings you'd whisper in my ear. I miss that one night in particular where we laid in the darkness together, silent and still for the longest time, wrapped in each other, our legs intertwined. My head resting against your chest, taking in your every scent. Do you remember that? When our day to day worries evaporated into thin air as we laid together so close to the world yet so far away? I miss the day when you told me I was yours and you were mine, and how so suddenly, that very same day you had changed your mind. I miss you. Will I find another you? I'm losing hope in mankind. I just don't wanna try, and be disappointed to find no one else compares. My first shot was perfect. But that shot's gone and past. Alas, you're not coming back. Do you even remember who I am, or am I just a silly insignificant story you tell all your friends? Don't tell me I'm just another paragraph in your life, when you took up chapters in mine.
Something
All I ever do is hope, hoping all this wishful thinking won't go to waste.
Hoping it will be for something that compensates for all my time spent waiting for nothing.
A form of something worn out, a something in my heart screaming another something awful loud.
I've seen it happen and I've seen it break like all things do.
Unlike all things though, I can say for sure, that this on the other hand is infinite.
The tragic truth
Whoever said tomorrow is promised was a hopeless romantic
Here's the tragic truth: your life don't mean shit at all
Put ourselves out on display just to feel extraordinary
Live everyday like it's a holiday
In reality, we're all gonna waste away
Time's running out so we'll
Go out of our way just to have our names written down
Tuesday, November 16
Gilded shells
We're never satisfied so we lie.
Caught up in a web, till our realities die. We're empty, gilded shells, hollow inside
Not only victims of the disease but culprits to the crime.
We think we know what we don't.
Half-truths told are forming a spiral, nothing short of a dangerous cycle
The only ones
We choose to be fooled
It's easier to expect they speak only the truth
Let's sleep our lives away cause we got nothing else to live for
We speak out loud like we're the only ones who deserve to be heard
Monday, November 8
Set it free, won't you
There's life within you, dormant but very much alive
Believe me, I can see it reflected in your eyes
See this smoldering fire? It's building inside
Begging to break loose, seeking your permission
Set it free, won't you? Set it free
Wednesday, November 3
Death of me
The highest highs and the lowest lows
We're learning balance, but God why does it take so slow?
The thoughts that run wild at night will be the death of me
Dreams so impossible, I doubt I'll ever know
Don't feel so discouraged
Don't feel so discouraged son.
What matters most doesn't lie out there but what lies in here.
He said as he pointed to my chest.
But you're what matters to me most, I objected.
Oh but you see, there's one special place where you'll always find me,
Where I will last long after I'm gone, long after I've faded from your memory
And that place is this, in here.
I nodded despite being unsure exactly what he meant
Monday, November 1
Throw it all down
Throw it all down,
We saved up enough to haul ass outta this godforsaken town
So we'll load up the trunk, and drink it all up
We're reliving the rush just so we can stay young
And we listen to the world but we don't hear a sound
Because the awful truth is time's working against us
So we'll confront our demons one last time
Before we can finally leave the past behind us now
Your freckled green eyes I doubt I'll soon forget
The sound of your voice still haunts me at night
But don't worry so much baby 'cause I can guarantee
I'll be seeing you standing there on the other side
The Void
The emptiness she hides it well because it's all she's ever known. It's tearing her to bits and pieces, but I doubt that you can tell
You're dangerous, she knows, but she just can't seem to quit. She tells herself she's got nowhere else to go
Before long you'll come to find that the lies you fed and false love you led stole the innocence from her life
She's dying now for you as she sinks deeper into the void, hear her crying out for you though she doesn't make a single noise
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