It’s not hard to love you. they are beautiful eyes they watch me closer than I’d expect. talented hands are strong and soft. holding a hairbrush. holding me too close to the edge… I can watch her do it. while her love makes you grow. It’s not hard to love you. I just want to let go.
Does anybody know? I have feelings that I can’t control. I said that I would never be on this side. I saw myself , and I wasn’t quite right. I keep it together every night. ok. solitude.
Passive Aggressive mess
My best friend died. what am I going to do? How will I survive? I don’t even feel alive. Every-day I waited for you, Every-day a little bit of me cried A thousand scattered china pieces. catch the sun on the way home. blinded by the contrast in me. I promise I’m not waiting anymore. I’m going to stand up and tell you the news. no more of this passive aggressive mess ...
She moves like a little girl, a child she moves the world She gives, I get like the good good-morning sun. I turn, she leaves me standing taller She gives, I get without giving anything to see.
Mixed Metaphors, well intentioned nonsense.
You can plead with me until the cows come home blue in the face, You need to sort it out. If my grandfather was alive today he’d be turning in his grave! It should be as easy as falling off a piece of cake. You know you’ll get into hot water skating on thin ice like that. You’ve gotta stick your neck out on a limb sometimes, and just go for it. Makes the hair stand up...
Time to defend yourself
I’m sorry. So sorry. So sorry it makes me feel like I’m rotten inside. I feel like I’m not real anymore, I’m hollow. Do I deserve to be without you? I cut you out of me, and now I’m collapsing. I need to earn love again. So I can start building new bridges. I might have cut too many strings. Can’t draw myself together, just seeing the pieces float away in...
Heart and soul, one will burn. I thought my foundations would last the ages. Now there’s no turning back. help me. I don’t want to fall pick me up my heart and soul will burn.
where is my imagination.
hold in your breath, until you’ve figured it out. I’m confused. I am able. Am I really here?
dear love, I do not fear you. I do not feel you. you are not here