Crescendo

Who's to say whether it's right or wrong?
I was singing my song, and you chose to sing along...

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?

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.

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?

 

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. 

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. 

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.