My notebook is tattered

My mind is frayed

Yet I'd be jealous

If you'd stayed

Hard upon the thing

I smote

But looked it in the eye

And brok e

Swift like freedom

Swift like wings

Right in the eye

Like rain it stings

You wait forever

But only one day

And look for sunshine

When the sky is grey

Have you felt the night

The way it clenches

Like broken skin

And empty benches

You may be late

And I too soon

But it won't matter

When the tide gets the dune

I'm not in that place

As you are just now

But remeber me later

With a sigh and bow

If I smile and don't believe

Soon I know I'll wake from this dream

Don't try to fix me I'm not broken

Hello, I am the lie

Living for you so you can hide

Don't cry...

Suddenly, I know I'm not sleeping

Hello, oh I'm still here

All that's left of yesterday

-A.L.-

Who was the moral man? 

Still more pertinently, who was the moral woman? 

The beauty or ugliness of a character lay not only in its achievements, but in its aims and impulses; its true history lay, not among things done, but things willed.

T.H.

We're living in a repetition

Content in the same old shtick again

Now the routines turning to contention

Like a production line going over and over and over, roller coaster

Now I cannot speak, I lost my voice

I'm speachless and redundant

'Cause I love you's not enough

I'm lost for words

Choreographed and lack of passion

Prototypes of what we were

Went full circle till I'm nauseous

Taken for granted now I :

wasted, faked it, ate it, now I hate it

Now I cannot speak, I lost my voice

I'm speachless and redundant

'Cause I love you's not enough

I'm lost for words