Tuesday, December 23, 2008

I'm drowning you out with music
because I dont care what you have to say.
Sometimes when You're around, I just loose it.
And other times I'm begging you to stay.
But now I'm leaving.
Locking the door and keeping the key.
Because you're just so damn color blind
and you dont even care to see.
I hate how complicated this all became,
I hate how simple you pretend it to be.
I hate how you cant see this flame
and how you make me pull out that key.
Because I'm turning off the music now,
I'm finally ready to talk.

Monday, December 8, 2008

Beautiful Nothing

This one goes out to all of you
are the words I slowly start to think
as I gaze out at a beautiful nothing
in the midst of which I start to sink.
And as I turn and hear your voice
that odd remembrance I find
because it seems so often we don't have a choice
when you go back to the front of the line.
But while I just stare at the ground,
because i find it holds so much,
I realize exactly how much has been found
and how we almost seem to touch.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

I wish things would go back to the way they were,
but I know they never will.
To much was lost in translation, so much you didnt hear,
and now just a hole you've left to fill.

So as I sit there on the ground,
and hold my face in my hands,
I cant help but think of all that was found.
What has happened to my plans?

Because you struck me as something different,
a being much needed at the time.
But now all thats left is a trail thats burnt,
on all that has passed with time.