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It’s...poetic almost... Just like the stars, people have left, but I still see them In my scars
Am I allowed to say you’re gorgeous In the sad way you make eye contact and look away?
That smile... has the power to change night to day... But till then, I keep my mind locked away My heart, trapped in a cage For the hope that one day I’m allowed to say your name
Teaching me how to love To be unconditional and forthright Showing me the reason we met
The world around me, fading My words failing As I think of you I’m not sure what to say Or how to say the truth Deep down inside I so truly am in love with you But my words falter As I fall into my ways Drunk in love Blame my mother and father Oh no, I’m not enough for you to stay But you do… You always do anyways Maybe you think I’m better, That past the yelling and anger, You see my tears and fears too Maybe you know I’m most afraid of losing you
It’s not your fault That you were left shattered Into thousands of beautiful pieces Each, watching on as you pick them up alone...
See the girl who deserves it all But wants nothing more Then love and someone to call
I’ll cut my hands with you picking up the pieces Reforming that heart Remaking the creases Gently holding those velvet soft hands Until you see the beautiful angel I see Until you realize you’re more than enough for me...
Talk to me and show me the world in your eyes Show me the beauty, monochrome, loneliness inside Show me the heart too battered to try Give me a chance to show you mine Cause we have the same mess in our minds Similar scars, stories, feelings to hide Like two floating puzzle pi...
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So take my hand through the next door I’ll gladly break my heart To fix yours
So take my hand And my mind instead Show me what love is Make the world new and the sun dim Show me what it’s like to love again
In return, I’ll lend you my future The blossoming rose making time blur In winter and summer, the flame will always burn Cause deep down inside It was always you to return
Life has a funny way to tell us, “not yet” Waiting through the cold on long winter nights To boiling summer days
I want to write you But a part of me just can’t write anymore Constantly barking up the same tree I’m slowly growing tired of being me Of seeing the world in monochrome While everyone bathes in newly found colors I’m Slightly tired of trying to talk To people too selfish to want Anything else in life but meaningless sex
