[ Gallery ]
Snapshots linger over my head
Torn up tears hang over my bed
Smiling at the little things that he said
And frowning at the feelings instead
Galleries fill with paper and silt
Paintings and memories sit with a tilt
Call it all crazy, it’s strategically built
This time it might be meant to wilt
[ Curse ]
I used to run into your arms
With eager feet full of spring
But now I’m just a leftover charm
You wear me like a broken wing
We used to be in brand news
Jumping careless into trust
But now we always have the blues
We keep hold of our cursed dust.
[ Balloon ]
Bright colors fill my emotions
Hiding in hot air and willing to burst
Pulling me further from the ground
And filling my heart with unspeakable thirst.
I’m slipping out of grasp
Tearing holes in outer space
I’m back by a tiny string
Holding steady in one place.
Fear is a friend, when you’ve lasted too far
Fear is a foe, when you can’t cross the star.
Painted bodies against the trees
Flowing fluent through the breeze
Touched each other with loving ease
Left the waves beside the seas
Obeyed the leader in spite of strife
Chanting in ears “It’s not life
Oddities persist, like the drums behind a tune. Carrying on, they carry deeper, even when the song has ceased.Everything I do, is at odds with my odds. How did I get so messy? Why can’t things just stay tidy, the way everything in my bedroom has a place of its own. Except him. Except me.