Who are you,
To my soul?
Who are you and,
Why are you my life’s only goal?
Why wherever I see,
I want you to be there?
Why do I need you,
Here there everywhere?
Would you Carve my name
On the stone of your heart?
......
the ink from my pen is flowing and telling me what i feel
and all these thoughts inside me, how do i know they're real?
hands all over my body where my soul's hands used to be
i've never felt so connected, im starting to want to be me
words written on paper tell me how i want to think
sitting across the table with nothing but coffee to drink
road trips in the night help remind us who we are
it makes the beauty everywhere, and not just in the stars
the things i need to think are the things i push inside
the things i keep are easy, im only along for the ride
......
you were the only thing i knew was real in a world full of chaos, but who am i to know? our paths have crossed many times before, but never before did we melt together so beautifully. you make up for what i'm lacking, and let me tattoo your heart with an ink that never fades. Noone knows us behind closed doors, or of the electricity we create with just one glance, but maybe its better that way. soul situations can never be explained, but never need to be.
Continue readingyou peek your head in to see me, and walk right in with my soul in a jar. while youre here theres no tomorrow, no yesterday, only now. time means nothing, and neither does anyone or anything else. for a moment in time we are together, and happy. for a little while we get to experience life as it should be. and we have to take in everything as it comes, because soon ill see the familiar image of the back of your head walking out the door. so you go back to them, and to her. i just want you to remember who i am. we keep us alive with only words, but the words keep our souls connected. others would see just misspelled words, but we see a work of art. the words unspoken speak to us clearly, but only to us are they real. i carry your soul in my pocket and your heart in my teeth, while my shadow follows you everywhere you go.
Continue readingVM.
Continue reading
As Thyself
The grass is getting greener, incomparable on either side.
Observe—they're different shades, nonetheless a beautiful palette to the naked eye.
Trees, still leafless, and allergy season has yet to arrive.
If I could, I'd wait outside, watching springtime breathe everything back to life.
We don't have to talk politics, and I've seen conflicting values break friendships.
We don't have to talk at all; just sit here with me in the quiet.
If you'd like to play some tunes, you can throw on the playlist we made for me and you.
Oh how I love comfortable silence, and how I miss lakeside sunset views for two.
......
you peek your head in to see me, and walk right in with my soul in a jar. while youre here theres no tomorrow, no yesterday, only now. time means nothing, and neither does anyone or anything else. for a moment in time we are together, and happy. for a little while we get to experience life as it should be. and we have to take in everything as it comes, because soon ill see the familiar image of the back of your head walking out the door. so you go back to them, and to her. i just want you to remember who i am. we keep us alive with only words, but the words keep our souls connected. others would see just misspelled words, but we see a work of art. the words unspoken speak to us clearly, but only to us are they real. i carry your soul in my pocket and your heart in my teeth, while my shadow follows you everywhere you go.
Continue readingyou were the only thing i knew was real in a world full of chaos, but who am i to know? our paths have crossed many times before, but never before did we melt together so beautifully. you make up for what i'm lacking, and let me tattoo your heart with an ink that never fades. Noone knows us behind closed doors, or of the electricity we create with just one glance, but maybe its better that way. soul situations can never be explained, but never need to be.
Continue reading
the ink from my pen is flowing and telling me what i feel
and all these thoughts inside me, how do i know they're real?
hands all over my body where my soul's hands used to be
i've never felt so connected, im starting to want to be me
words written on paper tell me how i want to think
sitting across the table with nothing but coffee to drink
road trips in the night help remind us who we are
it makes the beauty everywhere, and not just in the stars
the things i need to think are the things i push inside
the things i keep are easy, im only along for the ride
......
Who are you,
To my soul?
Who are you and,
Why are you my life’s only goal?
Why wherever I see,
I want you to be there?
Why do I need you,
Here there everywhere?
Would you Carve my name
On the stone of your heart?
......