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If I Told You...If I told you; "I want you",
would it even change a thing?
If I told you; "I love you",
Would you think it's embarrassing?
If I told you; "I care for you",
Would you give me a second glance?
If I told you; "I loved you",
Would you give me a chance?
What if I told you that,
I was for you, and you for me?
What if i told you,
That you were my only?
What if I said, "I love you?"
I'm sorry, that's all I can do...
WishesAnother night alone.
So far from home.
Just sitting here, wishing on stars,
While I'm closing down these bars.
Now I walk this empty street.
And miles pass beneath my feet.
Drunkenly stumble to my front porch,
Slowly wobble and land on the couch.
Relax, and give into the night.
Impatiently await next dreaming sight.
Awaken the next day by rays of light.
Another day that I must fight.
This sinking feeling is getting old,
As I fall even deeper in the cold.
All I want is someone to love,
Hold her heart high up above.
I will be the one to defend
That broken heart you try to mend.
If only fate would be so kind
For her heart to meet mine.
To fill these days with bliss,
And cleanse me with her kiss.
And yet here I sit,
These grey days to persist.
I guess that's life...
Guardian AngelI tread in moonlight.
I walk with phantoms.
i live amongst evil,
When hope is abandoned.
Protector of dreams.
Defender of love.
Guardian of truth.
Entrusted from above.
It is by my call,
Your fate is decided.
In whom you've confided.
Now you have witnessed,
The evil of this world.
Those who sell you out,
For mystery untold.
My being required,
Against all betrayal.
With loving care I'll be
YOUR Guardian Angel.
Personal TurmoilThere's the Angel on the right,
On the left is your Devil.
And there we find you,
Struggling in the middle.
Inner battle for control
Between three conscious minds.
The Good, The Bad, The Neutral
In your head, you walk this line.
Your battlefield is known as
The darkest part of your abyss.
In your head, away from others
Though everyone does their best.
But who do will win this fight?
The Devil? He desires crisis...
The Angel? He is too kindhearted...
The Neutral? He can be indecisive...
When the hand grasps hold of you,
And pulls you out of the abyss,
Who shall be the dominant?
And for those lost, who will you miss?
Paper PlanesIf only these paper planes
Could loan me their wings
If that could be sane
To think such things.
If only I could fly away
Leave this, and you behind
Now my heart is on display
Where no soul can find
Forever winter in my heart
Now love has ceased to exist
Having lost my counterpart
Unforgiving emotion, I persist
Who can give me salvation?
Who will save me from myself?
What causes my aggression?
Who would take it on herself?
If only these paper planes
Could loan me their wings
I'd fly like the cranes
Away from what stings
Help HerOh, sweet Selene.
Heart on your sleeve.
Come and sit with me,
View this serene scene.
Hair blowing in wind,
Tears fall down your face.
I see the pain inside
Emotions you hide.
The visible scars,
Are only the start.
The ones that you hide,
Cut deeper inside.
I can help you out
of your darkest night.
But, you can trust me,
There are blue skies ahead.
Time may heal all wounds
Often, time takes too long.
It's us against the world,
But, we have each other.
She IsShe Is
to get your attention.
giggling and smiling
whenever she sees you.
hiding the fact
that she really likes you.
lying on Cloud 9
after you accepted her confession.
when she finds out the truth.
confused and devastated
after she turned you down.
longing in misery
that she'll find someone to patch up her heart.
HAPPY LIFEHAPPY LIFE
In Their Confusion
In The Night
Have You Ever
Felt The Light?
In The Night
Did You Ever
Give A Fight?
Ready To Kill
We Didn't Find
DeadThe last peice of my shattered heart falls
Crumbling in the hands of yet another
The dark empty hole
That was my heart
I feel it growing
Feeding on anger
Every hope crushed into a thousand peices
Torn apart, I stand here bleeding
From my heart, ripped open, unbeating
The scent of blood fills the air
Snapped i have finally
My body now is as i feel
Empty Pages.You are the perfect story,
A plot unfurling from your touch,
And poetry in your eyes.
You speak with golden glory,
Into sentences of hate,
And promises of lies.
You are the book
I never had the words to write.
SolitudeFrom dusk to dawn,
in this desolate place
that we call
I feel that
with no way out,
Without a future,
without a purpose,
my yearning soul...
As the darkness
As the numbness
of my sanity
Not Relationship MaterialDreading what tomorrow might bring;
Unearthing the past is far from wise,
Causing the fickle dam to wear away -
How many times must I repeat this?
Evading my true feelings for so long now,
Sacks of shame breaks my tired back, the
Sensation of tears are hot against my cheeks.
Relationships are alien to me, I have no
Understanding of what a man truly wants.
So I ponder until numbness begins to sets in,
Hurting myself emotionally again and again.
Alcohol LipsI used to be an alcoholic
but my alcohol was second hand
passed through a set of red lips
and distilled by the flutter of tears hanging
from my lashes like I would
cling to you
I’m trying to quit
but you linger like that acid twist
that lay like a poison on your lips
and you run through my veins
with a burning fire that I figure is whiskey
and no one can fix me
I’m just wishing for another night
just begging for the liquor on your lips
another fix that will break me down
and leave me drunk
from the bite of your short instance
Can’t you see that
tempting me like this
is so twisted
because you drown in that bottle
like I drown in your kisses
and now I’ve come to miss it
I wantI want you out of my head.
I want your voice out of ears.
I want your scent out my nose.
I want you out of my view.
I want my good memories of you gone.
I want my bad memories of you gone.
I want my name out of your mouth.
I want your name out of my mouth.
I want my dreams to be free of you.
I want my thoughts to be free too.
I want my conversations to be done with you.
I want my stress level to go down too.
I want people to stop bringing you up.
I want you to stop glazing at me.
I want you to stop looking handsome.
I want you to stop being mean.
I want you to be less heartless.
I want you to be more ideologic.
I want your sarcasm to end.
I want you to open up more.
I want you to get away from me.
I want to stop acting a fool.
I want us to stop being so similar.
I want us to stop being sad.
The thing I want most of all,
is to stop feeling these feelings for you.
No matter how hard I want these things,
and the thing I want most of all,
I know that they all sadly won't come true.
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