relationships

Sing

Verse 1:

Sing for me:

Your feelings, thoughts, emotions

I could be with you

If only you'd just let go of the past

Focus on the present and future

just sing for me

 

Chorus:

Sink into me tonight

I'll breathe you in

So, sing for me

Sing your heart out

'cause 'll be your's to keep

 

Verse 2:

Christmas with you

is where I want to be

So, sing for me

a melody to the song

that you just wrote

'cause i'm eternally

your's to keep

 

Bridge:

With you, it feels right

I can do anything, be anything

'Cause tonight, the lights have fallen

and stars are out tonight

stuck in a daze

until you sing for me

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Spent a week writing each verse. So, this song took me 3-4 weeks to write. The longest that it's taken for any song. I wrote it in parts.

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Atlas

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2017

I know that sometimes I can ask too much.

My expectations can be too high

But you often go above and beyond.

 

You make my dreams come to life.

You’re the air beneath my wings

And you’re exactly what I need you to be.

 

But that scares me.

I don’t want to put too much pressure on you

It’s not your job to fix me.

 

I want to give you all my problems,

But even Atlas gets tired of holding the world.

Thank you for holding the weight of my world.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 7/17/17

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Words

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2017

Twenty days is a long time

to not write anything.

I don’t know how long I’ll be able to last.

 

I like telling you how I feel

in the same way you enjoy.

 

Sometimes it’s better to write it

so you can keep it

and reread how I feel.

 

I guess I'll write until the ink runs out

and the words sound wrong

leaving a bitter taste in my mouth

and my paper empty.

 

When I’m with you

I can fill a paper with how much you mean to me.

The words can always spill onto the page.

 

The ink flows from me like blood

and it won’t clot

as long as I have you.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 7/6/17

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Her lost Ring

Her lost ring 

My last girlfriend gave me a ring. It wasn’t a very fancy or an expensive ring and it obviously wasn't a wedding ring. It was one of those mood rings that changed colors with the temperature. I had given her one a couple of weeks before that but it mysteriously disappeared from her home. The new ring always rested on the base of my ring finger, although sometimes I changed it from finger to finger, it always stayed on my right hand. I slept with it, showered with it, I never went anywhere without that ring. It soon became my stress relief: I used to roll it with my thumb or take it out and flip it in that same hand. It kept me focused and it felt somewhat nice because, whether we were near or far, it felt like I was grabbing her hand. I felt connected to her left hand, which is where she had the twin ring. As time passed, the plastic film that showed the “mood” had fallen of, I was left with the metal part of the ring, which was black on the outside and faded copper inside. I think it made it look more elegant that way, but I liked how it changed colors from time to time. Days before that plastic had fallen off, the humidity in the ring formed spots that looked a lot like three birds walking in a line, all different sizes but the same shape. They also used to change shape as the rest of the ring but it was separate from the ring itself: if it was blue, the birds were green, if it was red, the birds were a bright orange, and so on, always some faded tones off from the rest of the ring. We always held hands with the hands where our rings were, like two people who haven’t seen each other in years and couldn’t stand to let go of each other. Since a couple of days ago, I’ve been unable to hold that ring-hand, and I wonder if I ever will again, but in the meantime I’m keeping my twin ring the closest I can to the reason I’m still alive, the one thing that will always be with me through thick or thin, as long as I’m breathing and it keeps beating. Until we meet again, I thank you.

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A Painted Picture

 

Verse 1:

Our love is a painted picture

in it, are our memories made together

I can only show you all that I am

I can promise you that you're the one

If only you'd give our love a chance

Don't mistake lust for love

'Cause I truly love you

 

Chorus:

I need you here in my arms

Together forever, always with each other

Let's not fear our obstacles of this love

It only has strengthened us

it brought us closer together

to make our love better


Verse 2:

Our love is a painted picture

hold me tonight

'Cause I'm eternally your's to keep

For life, love, and more

 

Bridge:

Just call on me

and i'll be there

our love is a painted picture

Happy moments are yet to come

take me by the hand

i'll guide you

through dante's infereno

Scars

If life was like a letter

And reality a dream

If love was somewhat better

Alive but less extreme

 

If the past was dead and rotten

And Death was just a door,

Then I could bear your loving scars

For now and evermore

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To Create

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2017

To create something is

to sit here with the shivers

and the shavings of things I don’t want

and tell myself that I need them

to make anything more than mediocre.

 

To create something is

to see a place I will never be

ten steps to the saloon

high above a cliff’s edge

in a tree older than time

in castles that could crack under their feet and still don’t.

 

To create something is

to turn paper bag stories

into something more than plain,

the stories of poets and giants

and forests and lakes-

or maybe keep them just like they are-

after all, we keep coming back for normal.

 

To create something is

to say I promise to never turn back

to say I breathe in the harmony of nothing with you

to say we move like burning pale-kissed lips

to say maybe

to say beautiful

to say I love you like this.

 

To create something is

to know that my story is the dust falling off a traveler’s shoes

and it might get lost in a sea of sameness

and it might crumble while I sit here not knowing.

 

To create something is

to put a part of me out there

for people to look down on

or to hold close.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 8/25/17

Chance

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2017

Some people believe things happen by chance.

I like to think that things happen too perfectly

To only happen by chance.

Someone is pulling the strings.

 

There are a lot of maybes in the world.

Some people call it chance,

Others call it fate.

It might be a combination.

 

Maybe you decided to tell me by chance.

Maybe we fell in love by chance.

Maybe all the things that brought us together

Happened by chance.

 

Maybe.

I like to think that something brought us together

Maybe it was fate.

Maybe we are meant to be.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 7/1/17

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Unwound

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2017

I’ve always been wound tightly

Too high-strung,

But you undo me.

 

You wind me up too

 

Kiss me.

Touch me.

Pull me close.

 

Wind me up with just a look.

 

Feel me.

Tease me.

Draw your name from my lips.

 

Push me over the edge.

 

I am unwound.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 6/21/17

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