Everyone makes mistakes, and in that we are all alike, and that is alright.
All I have to say Is I am incomplete A story left unwritten A page left unturned But that does not matter
And we were always running never to but always from and always running... And we were always hurting never for but always from
i am unsure where you are in this night. it is cold it is dark
I want to hold your hand Tight in my own As we run far away To a brand new home. I want to cup your face
Notes rolling off of my fingers The right hand sings a soft melody… The richer undertones of the left… Flowing and melting in swirling ma… The quiet inner voice on the right…
Something is dying, Quivering on the edge Of my soul. It is shaking Swaying in the lightest breeze
It is the emptiness, the nothingness, the in-between. Is it broken? Is it maimed?
Empty eggshells Line the floor And you can’t walk across Or get to the door. You can’t reach your shoes,
As you walk away, Without looking back, I stand here, heart in my hands. I wish you had stayed Or that I’d done something differ…
I’m sorry I never told you About why I was so nervous around… I’m sorry I never confessed Because you moved on, And I didn’t.
Hi Dad. I’d like you to know I’m finally Unboxing each memory Framed
Whiteboards are erasable. Write down a message Swipe it away with a sleeve Scribble down another message. Swipe it away again.
Dare you to shatter Dance in the rain while Unbreaking and Made by the darkness. And there are stars,
morning rays peeking through the c… dancing close to you quiet stories told in the dark sleeping in movie nights
He drapes his hand over the mounta… Brushes his fingertips over the fi… His breath dusts the windowpanes w… He cries for Spring, his tears fa… Soft mounds of snow form below him…