Some days I want to sit and cry I’m not sad I’m not sure what I am My heart is at peace As peace as it can be When my anxiety doesn’t take hold of the wheel anyway Even then I’m not sad I don’t know what I am I am Something else Someone else…
She’s a mess At least that’s what she tells me As beautiful as the sun kissed ocean in winter Her heart as open too I’m not looking for trouble I’m not looking for anything At least that’s what she tells me All the time lying in my arms lying to herself We both know She…
I don’t count my year by good or bad times. I just doesn’t make any sense to me. I can honestly say that my shitty vs. good days this past year were pretty even. Maybe, but does it really matter? So what? I had some really shitty times last year. I try not to look…
A silver men’s watch rested on her wrist Like her soul it was broken long ago It was worn as a reminder of her past She has no need for time She’s never in a hurry The world stands still and marvels at her as she dances by herself With her selves Many forgotten memories…
Knowing you’ll never be mine Knowing you never really cared Knowing my heart is mine to control Knowing my life isn’t Fate, kismet, and serendipity collide into a rainbow of hatful desire And I am once again walking alone I know you Better than anyone could And you know me Holding hands Touching lips Souls…
