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| why fall? why fall, heart?
in seeming regress have you forgotten your history.
you fall and then live to regret
stay up, stay alone this time i ask
cling tight to the tethers that wind you to the flesh.
stay this time i ask
stay, stay far out of loves grasp.
to love is to be vulnerable.
to love is to give yourself away to anothers grasp.
stay heart, do not fall.
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| PAST THE POINT OF FALLING by me
how can beautiful be summed up by a mind,
a face i've never seen, but just glimpses.
everything i've ever wanted, hours away,
within minutes of my fingers
so perfect, innocent, and right
and everything i've ever craved
the person i care for the most
i've just met
and the thing i guard the most
she has
a heart hurts
and beats
for her
all my notions have left me
all requirements, met and exceed
how did i give my heart away so fast
i guess she's just that good.
this feels so undescribable
i'm scared to say i'm drowning
lungs topped with...her.
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| verse 1
there's a tree in the middle of the park
that say I Heart You
there's a cut on my hand from the time
i carved that truth
I meant every word that i scratched through
the bark that night
but you turned your head and laughed
you turned your smile from me
chorus
so cut me down
i'm not useful anymore
i put all my hope in someone who can change
so burn me down
my roots are dead and dried
there's no euphoria tonight
verse 2
there's a cut on my heart from the time
you said you were done with me
there's a chalk outline of my heart on the grass
next to that tree
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| How does it feel, my somber thoughts have almost forgotten.
The grip of anothers hand
The reach of the eye
Searching
Love
Overused, abused
The word almost has no meaning
But I yet remember
Once
The hair on my arms stood
Your vessel close
My breath speeding
Love
Thrown away with youthful ambition
Everything cliché
Suddenly I know the poets creed
Once more?
Please once more
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| There remains to be seen this line of science
The blend that blurs
Between truth and abstract
Where one stops the other must resume
Our part seems simplyx to exist
And ponder why
Unless
More than coincidence
Or sheer accidental
Our blood flows with purpose
With absolute reason
To believe in purpose
Is to resolve to creation
To absolute purpose
The in between remains blurred
Yet exists
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