So, we will sit and wait.
And we will pretend we are not sitting and waiting on you to come back.
We will pretend we are not sitting and waiting on you to come back.
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
No Un-Doing
I feel like we had a child together, and every time I think of you, it is as though I am dropping him off at your house and making sure he gets inside safely.
Do you know what it is like to wait to make sure he gets inside safely?
Do you know what it is like to wait to make sure he gets inside safely?
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
'Til We Are Found
No one ever told you that when you spin in circles, you go 'round and 'round not up and down.
Crescendo
Who's to say whether it's right or wrong?
I was singing my song, and you chose to sing along...
I was singing my song, and you chose to sing along...
Monday, February 18, 2013
Red Lamps
I know you did not think about leaving the necklace out for me because you knew I would be coming by, but you did. You left it out on the table, and I saw it. I did not trip over it or fall on it; it told me that you still remember.
How dare you remember and not tell me?
How dare you remember and not tell me?
Connected
Could you cut this rope?
It is attached to my soul.
Could you cut this rope?
It is tearing at my skin.
Could you cut this rope?
It is enslaving me to your thoughts.
Could you please cut this rope, if you intend to do nothing once you have me again.
It is attached to my soul.
Could you cut this rope?
It is tearing at my skin.
Could you cut this rope?
It is enslaving me to your thoughts.
Could you please cut this rope, if you intend to do nothing once you have me again.
I'm Right Here
What is it like to have that spark?
What is it like to live in the light again?
What is it like to know that the one person who awakened you and put life back inside of you is nowhere in your life right now?
What is it like to live in the light again?
What is it like to know that the one person who awakened you and put life back inside of you is nowhere in your life right now?
Friday, February 8, 2013
Feather
Please do not pick this pen back up.
It is not necessary.
Let the ink run dry and turn stale.
...just let the ink run dry and turn stale.
It is not necessary.
Let the ink run dry and turn stale.
...just let the ink run dry and turn stale.
Ended
And so the rhyme slowly ended, or maybe we just ran out of words.
Everyone does, right?
You can't write a story forever.
Everyone does, right?
You can't write a story forever.
The Walk
These are the things nobody knows.
These are the things nobody shows.
We have no reason to believe, yet we still do.
...we still believe.
These are the things nobody shows.
We have no reason to believe, yet we still do.
...we still believe.
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