I slip quietly from conversations
to taste the lonely air outside...
No choice I had, than to face-thy-face
and take the stand, to rest my case...
You stole my heart-
like a pick-pocket; lifting...
Behind the smile that's painted on her face,
Remains a girl, who tries so hard to breathe...
If you're wondering who you are, I can tell you.
You're nothing. Nothing but a number...
This is where we get her to talk
when she wants only to shut down...
The second star on the right
And straight through the night to you...
In the still of the twilight
I held your hand...
2015-06-11 00:26 AM
They told me not to dwell in the past...
2014-09-20 07:17 AM
A sharp loneliness echoes like the autumn wind...
And then she sighs
and says in a shaking voice...
I'm not a poet,
I'm not a melody...