Clocks are ticking softly in my he… My time is surely coming to an end I light another and inhale it in Thinking about everything I wish… I often wonder if you do the same
Songbird– songbird Why won’t you sing? That voice you once had Must’ve left you again
Sometimes I feel like I’m Jim Mo… His poetic words just suit my soul… Sometimes I feel like I’m just li… Some days I feel like dressing in… As the sun reflects from my eyes
I’m dropping out And everyone thinks this is me Throwing my life away But I know something that they do… I’m finally focusing on me
You blew me off for the last time… I’m not going to wait around forev… I’ll find myself wrapped up in som… And maybe then you’ll finally real… I was the best thing that could ev…
Back room boy From that job we both dread Meet me where the door locks And tell me everything left unsaid Back room boy
Why live a life when you are told… Free as a bird I’ll do what I’ll… I will travel and find myself by m… Nobody around me because I do not… Anybody I know to understand
My lips are poison and have the po… Kiss me once and you’ll be falling… Regardless of whether I like it o… I act like I do I think my inner indecisiveness ke…
You only think of me when you’re m… You only want me when you want to… You only call me when you’re drunk… You only want me when I’m not sob… When you’re feeling my body with y…
Many could feed off my tears; they… The savored taste of sympathy If they fed they’d learn from me
Falling leaves; A new branch shakes Feathers free from windy lakes Fly bird, fly With no compass to follow
This is a poem filled with words… This is a poem filled with both lo… The truth is I really did love yo… You were always late and unreliabl… You weren’t better than me and tha…
I drank too much late last night Because I saw you again And it pained my mind I drowned myself in vodka and beer Trying to make the thoughts of you…
Sunday night I held my life in th… I flipped off the world and sped o… I let the lights guide me to the c… I entered the building The dim lit room felt so right
So many words scattered in my head… But when I write them down They tend to not make sense But isn’t that art? To be able to… Something so strange and personal–