Moment May I dare to love again?It seems a feeble hope. My love has ended in scars, screaming, and bitter tears.But who would I be if not for those who have shattered me, and those who have picked up the shards if my soul and used them to makenew, beautiful art? Oh, sculptors, where have you gone? Why have you ran from this path? Can you not see I need your assistance?For I am broken and faded, but with the hope and potentialto become special to someone again... if only for a moment.
Dead End Will you be just another pointless trial?I do not want a life partner - only someone to hold me.Would you lift me up and kiss me gently?Do you understand how much it could mean?Can you imagine what this could be? What we could be if you aren't just a dead end?
Darkness Darkness has touched you Deep inside your mind.I can feel it,See it,Breathe it As we sit alone.This fluidity of shadowIs as tangible as your hand close to mine -Never quite reaching out,But tauntingUntil you give in And...And what may we do now,With so many words between us?Conflicting comfortsAnd dreams...We feel, But cannot give ourselves wholly.The darkness stays,But it lies still, quiet, and tastes -It tastes like bitter painAnd loveAnd teases me with blood But I must ignore it.Who are you really?Who am I as I sit beside you?Do I dare expose my secret?I do not.The darkness chases it
Concerts concertsreplace my heartbeatbroken fragile whisperingwith bassstrong and fastabusing my ribcageit kind of feels like lovewhen i feel alonei want the bassi want deafening notesi want selfish starsstuck in their own worldoblivious to one fanalone and hurt in a sea of hundreds
Incompetant I have been alone for so long that this excitement ends in fear.When this ends, will I stand by myself again?I try so hard but as of yet, nothing has come to a bud- never close to a flower, never close to a bloom.The sweetness that pervades me is my inspiration, my hope.How I long for the beautiful burn of love.Shall it ever reach me again?Will my heart ever be lit with that humble glow?This secret to life evades me at every crossroads.I would much rather be hurt than feel incompetant.
Instead If ever you findthe skies are too high,I will be here instead.If you decide, "One day,I will sit on the moon and sigh,"but a time comes when you findthe sky is simply too high,I will be here instead.If love comes crashing downand you wish to escapeto any place but where you are...If a dream comes to sit,sit on the moon and sighand you try so hard to ignorethe love, the sky is too farI will be right here... instead.
Sta.sh
