Sunday, May 12, 2013
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Naivety
Seems to me like I'm just scared of never feeling it again
I know it's crazy to believe in silly things
But it's not that easy
I've only got myself to blame for it, and I accept that now
It's time to let it all go, go out and start again
But I've got high hopes, it takes me back to when we started
When you let it go, go out and start again
It all comes to an end
But the world keeps spinning around
And in my dreams, I meet the ghosts of all the people who've come and gone
Memories, they seem to show up so quick but they leave you far too soon
Naive, I was just staring at the barrel of a gun
And I do believe that
How this world keeps spinning around?
I know it's crazy to believe in silly things
But it's not that easy
I've only got myself to blame for it, and I accept that now
It's time to let it all go, go out and start again
But I've got high hopes, it takes me back to when we started
When you let it go, go out and start again
It all comes to an end
But the world keeps spinning around
And in my dreams, I meet the ghosts of all the people who've come and gone
Memories, they seem to show up so quick but they leave you far too soon
Naive, I was just staring at the barrel of a gun
And I do believe that
How this world keeps spinning around?
Friday, March 15, 2013
It feels like the end.
Closing up shop and locking doors.
Turning up lost in some unknown.
"Don't wait... ," you say.
You say "... they've gone home."
You sleep with the lights off when you're alone.
Silence so mighty you go deaf;
Bombs are going off inside your chest.
I know you wanted to be loved
But you're bleeding left alone... so, so, so alone...
Singing where does time go from here?
Darkness swallows a dying star.
Makes no difference what you're running from.
The voices follow you into the dark...
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Poetic truths
The Black rose
Once upon a finest hour
I picked the darndest lovely flower
His pretty petals were silky black
Utmost perfection; not a crack
The sharpest of thorns you'll ever see
I wonder if this was meant to be
His thorns would prick me when he played
It hurt me and I'd cry but yet I stayed
His stem was taller than the rest
I think he knew he was the best
I never knew of his black magic and that's how this story turned so tragic
How was I suppose to know?
He reeled me in then let me go...
- yours truly
Once upon a finest hour
I picked the darndest lovely flower
His pretty petals were silky black
Utmost perfection; not a crack
The sharpest of thorns you'll ever see
I wonder if this was meant to be
His thorns would prick me when he played
It hurt me and I'd cry but yet I stayed
His stem was taller than the rest
I think he knew he was the best
I never knew of his black magic and that's how this story turned so tragic
How was I suppose to know?
He reeled me in then let me go...
- yours truly
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Nature is the darnedest thing...
Dreams only last for the night.
Monday, February 4, 2013
No crying over spilt milk.
Not really sure how to feel about it; there's something in the way you move.
He said 'If you dare come a little closer.'
The reason I hold on.... Is I need this hole gone.
I want you to stay.
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