Thursday, July 30, 2009
Whirlwind
'Beautiful' is a word I have heard fall from the lips of many men. 'Beautiful' is also a word I use to decribe destruction.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Oh, How They Sang For You
I looked out the window this morning. The bluebirds were singing. The notes they composed went hand in hand with the words you told me last night. They knew forever wouldn't last, and they knew all of your words meant nothing. I began to sing with them because I had come to know what they had known all along. They had been singing this song every morning for the past seven months while I'd brew french vanilla coffee and scramble eggs, but I wouldn't listen. I still don't want to.
"Regret never was a part of the plan.
But then again, I don't plan well."
"Regret never was a part of the plan.
But then again, I don't plan well."
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
100-Feet Plunge
I'm not one to sit back while an adventure goes on before me. That's why I couldn't stay away from you. I took a risk, but you weren't willing to jump with me. Because of this, I can not look at you the same. What happened to your strength and vulnerability? You talk a pretty tough talk, but your walk is as simple and wide as a farm drive. I guess the ones that came before me could have told me that; they're still pretty hung up on you anyway. I'll just sign up for the coveted 'The one that got away' superlative in your little black book.
"If I had the chance
to choose again, I would choose
you and let you go."
"If I had the chance
to choose again, I would choose
you and let you go."
That Afternoon
A cold shoulder never looked so enticing. You turn away like it's a routine. How many times have you done this before?
Monday, July 27, 2009
You Wouldn't Believe
You know, in the Bible it says that the angels wonder why God gave man free will. I often wonder the same thing. I can only ask, "What were You thinking? What were You thinking when Eve ate that god-forsaken fruit?"
Sometimes, I swear I hear Him say, "I was thinking of you."
Sometimes, I swear I hear Him say, "I was thinking of you."
Sunday, July 26, 2009
You Are Beautiful, But You Are Not Mine.
You've got something special about you, something really special. But you do not know this. You'll probably never know this. You'll go on in our conversation and not even five minutes into it, you'll smile. Please don't smile because I'm falling for you. It only kills me everytime, and I'm not sure I can take much more of losing my breath at ungodly hours.
"This never happened.
It was all a figment, and
it was all a fraud.
I will tell myself
that you don't exist because
it helps me live free."
"This never happened.
It was all a figment, and
it was all a fraud.
I will tell myself
that you don't exist because
it helps me live free."
Sunday, July 19, 2009
The Calm Before The Storm
Your heart is ice.
Your soul is cold.
Your mind is frozen.
Your lips are breaking apart. You've finally felt something warm. You're on your knees fighting the dirt because you want the earth to feel what you feel. You can't seem to throw enough rocks, and you can't get a grip on your prep school t-shirt. Your eyes are darker than the night. You don't even remember what you were searching for.
You're breaking. And for the first time you're feeling what it's like to be human.
"Tell them I'm better.
And they don't have to worry.
These wounds are healing."
Your soul is cold.
Your mind is frozen.
Your lips are breaking apart. You've finally felt something warm. You're on your knees fighting the dirt because you want the earth to feel what you feel. You can't seem to throw enough rocks, and you can't get a grip on your prep school t-shirt. Your eyes are darker than the night. You don't even remember what you were searching for.
You're breaking. And for the first time you're feeling what it's like to be human.
"Tell them I'm better.
And they don't have to worry.
These wounds are healing."
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