you’re off somewhere,
carefree and distant,
content but reluctant,
seemingly put together,
now you’re behind a desk,
improved you stature,
with a spark that lit,
into a burning fire,
lovingly unfazed by it.
train tracks and bourbon,
with your best friend,
and warm flat coke,
on a random summer night,
lost in the midst of age.
tied up the future,
coming from a broken past,
but you use what had happened,
as a simple get go fast,
break down when it doesn’t last.
all bleed the same.
the rooftops keep still,
although the weight of the snow pushes down,
they remain silent and motionless,
lit by moon light.
the street lights blur,
beam of tainted yellow,
bouncing off of snowflakes,
but remain as guides of the night.
the road remains covered,
few tracks remain clear,
smeared like a mistaken map,
directions are all unclear.
the sidewalks are slush,
slowing down late night pedestrians,
who push on to go home,
but remain with damp feet and cold souls.
i stand by the mail box,
cold and shaking,
lost and alone
i’m sorry i keep making you smile.
i’m sorry i helped you have a nice day.
i’m sorry that you’re in denial.
i’m sorry that you’ll never look at me in the same way.
we were meant to expire on the summers end.
we watched the days expand and fires burn out.
we followed our desires, were we even friends?
we walked through the sand, with my mind in doubt.
you, you were on mind, each and everytime
and i know its hard, hard to find, what you’re looking for
but don’t give up on those closed doors,
cause soon enough you’ll see theres so much more
you said those words,
like they were your soul,
gone to rest,
but its okay,
if you say
and waking up can be a struggle to breath
I’m not one to judge or to believe,
so don’t try to deceiver me,
just gather your lungs and go freely
the freedom that you had, remains in your hand.
though it might look bad, it went how you planned.
a winner in your eyes, a disappointment in your heart.
getting the prize, depends on where it is you start.
so sinking to the bottom, was all that you really did need.
when it becomes autumn, there wil be a day to answer your plead.
though you will regret your choice, the future looks bold.
as you build up your eager voice, you will lose the one you hold.
but the best part i see, is everyone watching you fall (for free).
they all tend to agree, its better then watching anything on t.v.