Comfort
The pavement feels warm
tears are warmer than anything else
the wind blows and the cold sets in
I'm thinking of everything
Speculating on how you viewed me
Special, exotic, unique, but not it
You think that I'm lonely
Maybe clingy and soft
The walls are down and I want to yell
but I can't - it's not my place
I was just a number-it was something
I just had to face
Some girl that fell for your charm
Monday, October 29, 2007
Why I Was Mad
It was the other day, we walked
Knowing your heart was elsewhere
I'm sure you often wondered, what I thought
You often ask and your honesty scared me
I often lie, as you know
Especially when I'm mad
It was cold out, the taste of cold
was around like a cloud
It felt like you told me-lies
They would be able to take in
If they were, but they weren't.
Instead it was embraced
Held together-and I smiled.
Knowing your heart was elsewhere
I'm sure you often wondered, what I thought
You often ask and your honesty scared me
I often lie, as you know
Especially when I'm mad
It was cold out, the taste of cold
was around like a cloud
It felt like you told me-lies
They would be able to take in
If they were, but they weren't.
Instead it was embraced
Held together-and I smiled.
Friends?
After the novelty has worn dry
the pictures have been taken down
I hope we can still be friends.
I like the silence
hat sits between-the two of us
the coversations that have pulled up a seat
those that haunt me, when i close my eyes
memories from before
everything that has been said, is said again
replayed and repeated softly
sometimes the silence, doesn't scare me
it's comforting... let it sit for a while
the taste of the lack of words is golden
communication was always our barricade
the pictures have been taken down
I hope we can still be friends.
I like the silence
hat sits between-the two of us
the coversations that have pulled up a seat
those that haunt me, when i close my eyes
memories from before
everything that has been said, is said again
replayed and repeated softly
sometimes the silence, doesn't scare me
it's comforting... let it sit for a while
the taste of the lack of words is golden
communication was always our barricade
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