I would have taken more pictures
If I would have known
That the smiles on our faces
Would soon be turning cold.
I would have tried to capture
The warmth
When I knew where it was found,
When it was a place called home.
I would have taken more pictures
If I would have known
That the smiles on our faces
Would soon be turning cold.
I would have tried to capture
The warmth
When I knew where it was found,
When it was a place called home.
when did the good times become a pile of
neglected photo albums?
when did our memories become
nothing more than old photos
left to rot
on dusty shelves?
Tell me when did those smiles turn
Into ghosts of our former selves?
Time creeps and races by,
In quick flashes
And blinks of eyes.
Slowly we decay
As we watch the world
From windows and couches.
Time comes and time goes,
Rushes and flows.
Sometimes time is a wave beating at the shore,
Other times it’s calm rolling current
Sweeping you slowly up,
And carrying you farther than you ever meant to go.
Time greets you
With its sweet hellos,
And leaves you
With goodbyes that often sting.
Sometimes it’s forever,
And we get no reasons as to why.
Yet,
Some chances do come again.
The hard part
Is never knowing
When.
The pain I suffer
At your hands,
Is better than a loving touch
From any other.
Nothing matters…
But there is a thought,
That kills any chance of getting a decent nights’ sleep,
As it creeps,
Under blankets at night;
What if I’m wrong?
Driving down the highway
That same thought
Hitches a ride,
Now it’s on my
Passenger side.
That same thought
Refuses to say
A quick goodbye.
I Park the car
And I run upstairs,
But that same thought
Follows me up there.
That same thought
Lays its head on the pillow
Right next to mine.
And that same thought,
Spends the night.
If only you would have stayed..
Maybe that would have kept
That same thought,
At bay.
It didn’t hurt at first,
When you called her
Your one and only.
And I didn’t flinch
When you kissed her,
In my car.
But tonight,
You put your arm
Around her
And all at once,
With no warning
My heart shattered.
It shouldn’t have mattered,
But goddamn it mattered.
Nothing has ever mattered
More.
The leaves
Try and hide
Their maze of veins.
But when the sun
Catches them
With it’s rays of light,
It reveals
A map unknown to
Unseeing eyes.
I am the leaf
And you are my sun,
You bring out
What I become.
No one was ever willing
To put up a fight
For me.
Then you
Burnt cities to the ground
And layed them at my feet.
And I realized,
That ruins
Never seem to settle neat.
Some things are
Just as they seem.
Waste no time
Pondering the sky
For reasons why.
Blue is just a color.
And oh how I wish
It was just as simple
With you and I.