Saturday, April 21, 2007

loves you, loves you more

sick and tired of waiting
tired of waiting to get sick.
would take some cough medicine
but you, baby, are the only thing
thats gonna cure this headache
sore throat
sore heart
gotta get that triple bypass
hoping it'll clear my mind too
stat...
...clear
get out of the way
cause im comin through.

Thursday, April 19, 2007

come on come on

take it like a man
lie straight through your teeth.
going through everything trying to find a word
that rhymes with hate
(every) obligatory "dont worry dolly,
you won't feel a thing."
walking down the pews
nervously
confessing to everything shes done
judging on her innocence
she's pretty damn guilty if you ask me.
but it's too late now
she waited
and waited
and wanted you to know she was still there
holding up the flag of
"im still here"
remember me?
you love to hate her
but she hates to love you.

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

alarming. isnt it?

mistakenly hopeful
had a good day
but friday the 13th was my luckiest
my birthday
and it all went down hill from there
wondered why
but wanted to know where it went
"who's this?"
on the other end of the line
the string broke
only a can to me ear
your smile in a flash
and gone in an instant
everything gone.
gone.
"is it typical for us to end like this..?"

Friday, April 13, 2007

xo

i waited for you after the movie
but you seemed to walk past
i waited for you so i could talk
but you werent in the mood
i asked to borrow a pen
but only wanted to touch your hand one more time
i wondered if you still liked me
even though you never looked my way
i notice you like never before
and miss how we used to be
i kept the picture of the choir in my hands
only to find us close
laughing at ourselves
through the blurry flash-less photo
i take my time from spanish to my car
only to see you at your locker
and to pass by
but only that is worth it
its a nice end to the day
"ashley, you're a great friend that doesnt care how i act. youre a good person. see you in high school"
miss you
xo

it could be.

standing in the shadows
but it was always in the spotlight
how he did it
why he wouldn't try
wearing your heart on your sleeve
and cutting the loose string
dropping to the floor
the trauma of the loss
the drama of the loss
spreading your wings
smiling more often than ever
glint in your eye
brown eyed and rimmed in fury
but washed away with the dove
and lined with a new sense of love.

found the reason why he's so appealing
closer to me than you
although the many times i searched for your house
just to know you're never far
but just not close enough to reach
better off eye to eye
than hand in hand
turn the lock cause you're never gettin in
holding you out
but wanting to hold you close
closer than the photo
beauty is in the eye of the beholder
or in the eyes of that green eyed girl
to that dark haired, brown eyed bombshell
exploding like a bomb
kamikazes summoning the living
hoping to be more alive, so alive
waiting for the chance to live
long with you

everyones a let down

she looked through the lens
blurred, she walked away
she wanted to see it through the eyes of someone else
wanted to break in
wanted to listen to the song and hope it ended well
hope this time she wouldn't cry
and this time, someone would be there
but talking in third person
never got her anywhere
but then again
neither did anything else.

"we say what we feel, then we stop ourselves"

admitting to it
but never saying it was yours
walking in slow motion
but you never came
he sits alone
and thinks
about what he's done
about what he's had
and whats going to become
of him
of her
she sits with her friends
trying not to think
about what she couldn't do
about she will never have
and what will bever become

and they never knew what they never had, never will have, never felt, and never
tried.

Sunday, April 01, 2007

br(e)aking away. sinking to sho(u)re

i see you but the fog is setting in
setting into the valley of hearts and hope
hoping for hearts
and wanting a grip on the concept
a grip on your hand
holding onto for air
coming up for dear life
waiting for a chance
to be with you
to be with me
to finally understand why
all of the glances and awkward silences
always seem to come
hand in hand.