Like sipping coffee with cigarette in hand,
watching waves rise and fall while stepping through warm sand,
you are peace of mind.
Like smelling roses during sweet sugary May,
Laying down after a long lingering day
you are an exhaling breath.
Like the tops of roller coasters about to drop,
Watching number wheels spin until they stop
You are anticipation.
Anticipation going over again in my head
Like a pinwheel being hushed to tread
Constantly spinning.

Let me tell you about this girl
A rare flower she is
Beautiful with sharp edges
Like the thorns of red roses
It is possible to reach her beauty
Her core
But passing the stabbing thorns
Is difficult for most
But not for me.
Let me tell you about this girl
Tough as nails she is
She can stand her ground
while keeping the poise and grace
of an angel fallen from heaven
The definition of loyalty
Always by my side
Even when she would see me
reckless and driven by passion
She was the rock that kept me from flying away.
Let me tell you about this girl
Hazel eyes so aware
But so hopeless
Almost as if all the hope she had given me
Left her empty
Like a hallow shell, lifeless
Taken away by those white rectangles
By that powder eating at brain
******* the life from her like a leech
Feeding off her sweet energy
I can't let her go.
Because let me tell you about this girl
She was the light in my darkness hours
She's the hand that saved me from falling
So many times
But now
I pray she grabs my hand
As she falls deeper and deeper into the daze
The daze that's pulling her closer and closer
To the ground
I will be the light in her darkness

Laying awake and staring at blank walls
With no one around to make me feel ten feet tall
All I have are warm memories and butterfly kisses
Mixed with the green monster throwing hard pitches
You may say that passion gets the best of me
Call it erratic but I strive on feeling free
Intrigued by the unknown of thoughtless choices
But since passion gets the best of me, there's no need for voices.
Skeletons are engraved in my closet
My heart can be cold and my morals are far from solid
I want to trust my gut and just fall
But breaking down these walls will be the worst part of all
Some pieces of the puzzle should stay left out
Although left incomplete, you'll still see what it's about
because passion gets the best of me
It makes these pages hard to read
Causing my heart to swell up with greed
But if I don't break I'll never know how
To let these feelings speak volume or as much as they allow

"It was too easy". she said,
As she crawled under her covers.
It was all too easy.
It was mindless.
I wasn't even there.
Would it even have made a difference if I was?
Probably not.
They just don't care.
They pretend you're who they wish you would be.
Not who you actually are.
"It doesn't matter" she said,
"It's just business".
It's just the way things are.
You can look at is as an awakening lullaby,
That sings you sweetly into oblivion.
You can pretend the stars glisten bright when they aren't to be found.
You can look into his eyes and see warm rays shine from within.
"It's just lust" she said.
Those feelings don't exist.
You're just a mouse going blindly into the trap.
Except you aren't blind.
You can see, you can see everything. just like everybody else.

It's 3 am and I'm still awake.
Going over and over this cold reality, I lay motionless.
From you to my furthest future, I have kaleidoscope thoughts.
Constantly spinning from pattern to pattern, with warm and cool colors intertwining one another.
I could stay up all night,
I could watch the darkness turn into a sun-kissed morning.
Sifting through the possibilities, all of the different scenarios...
just searching for the truth.

The thing that is worst about scars
is just when you think the memories are gone far
They still render beneath the surface.
It may not show on your face
But it'll always be there.
It with follow you everywhere
Even if don't realize it.
It comes out in everything you do
It's sad but it's true

Sometimes things look like forever and ever
Nothing would break up