The-Underappreciated

To have you, now, makes me sick And to think, you used to be everything. I could keep you around hold on to a hope, Keep hanging around your mind Waiting for things to change. But something's never will. I wrap myself in you Entangle and intertwine. Hold a firm grip. I never saw it until now. Accept it, until now. I see love in you But it's just part of your game, Burnt flame. It makes me sick. To think the moment's here But the timings wrong Our chance stale, hope passed on. I've moved on. It's time to pick up, Move away, move along. I've moved on. It has to end sometime. I have to stand on my own, this time.

…the tires spin like summer swings and I heard his heart beating and thumping and booming as if it were escaping as if it knew I can hear it too and the stars shone with knowing glares as they spin in the dusting pavement the tired road we left behind us and trees loomed over pretty walkways with couples gliding in the summer air and then my fingers began to itch for comfort as the music lulled and the weather rotates and spins above like the towering heavens and my hand found another again and I felt the salt of sweat the trembling of nerves and it was finally right everything was right in the warmth of the car in the heat of summer and

Dazed by smoky rooms. Passing hours alone. Lifeless kiss. Trembling fingers. Clench of my chest. Heaving from regret. Grip of my bed sheets. Sleepless nights. Without faith. Without care. Without ambition. A finger to your lips. Swelling lips. Bloating brain. Raise of my voice. Fall of reason. Broken chances. Dissatisfied with result. Dissatisfied all the time. Not enough time.

I was asleep a lifetime, Could have been days, or maybe years. Tossing left and right And flooding in fresh tears. It was nearly dawn The day I got out of bed. I untangled all my covers And shook my heavy head. Around my room I saw you In every photograph I'd see. You were sprawled from wall to wall And swore you'd swallow me. Escaping heavy sighs, I tore you down to shreds. I stripped my walls bare naked And knotted pulling threads. With the easing of the weight, I sat down upon the floor. I lay among your taunting face I could finally ignore. With a smile drenched in freedom I reached up towards my ceiling. It may sti

I couldn't take it any longer. I couldn't sleep at night. All the light from the looming streetlights were driving me up my walls and forcing me under my covers. I needed some blinds that I could snap shut. Some blinds made from dark wood, which promised to shut out the outside, and leave me to lay forever in peace. The day the installation man arrived to secure the barricades soundly within the frames, was a day I'll unlikely forget. He had arrived in a white truck with green letters proclaiming "Window Treatment Inc.". This man was average in size, height, and feature. His voice was cheerful and his eyes were full of knowledge I could neve

If lust were a colour it'd be crimson, deeper than oceans, as uncertain as rainfall. If trust were a colour it'd be green, clover fields and emerald rings of value. If your voice was a colour it'd be yellow, with dashes of orange, slashes of purple.           lighting my horizons and flooding my windows. If my life were a colour it'd be blue, swooned lullabies and lost mornings, lost memories. If these words were a colour they'd be grey, as cold and alone as your absense. If you were a colour you'd be black,             &

I'm a gusting wind; Freezing rain, a bolt of lightning. I can't contain it. You're so peaceful, out there. With your happiness your weather. All sunny days and clear skies. I can't stand it. I wish I could break right through. Take all I am, twist it up. Take my pain and twist it up; hurricanes. Spin into you and your smile and your eyes. I want to make you run for cover. Flee from your beaches retreat into the sewers. This is just the silence before my brewing storm. Common courtesy before I blow myself to pieces.

Flip the switch and watch the colours rise. Spin in the crusade, clever disguise. Up with no regret, applause begins, a simple wink with the reply of teased grins. Tell yourself whatever, all that you want Fumble over empty words you tend to flaunt. I know who you are, and who you try to be. Take your eyes anywhere, just far away from me. Chorus: Dance with me, here. Around around Drama in your voice but a truth never found. You're a great actor, fake tears. Fake fake but you're an awful liar, a flaw you can't shake You go through these motions pre-staged, with no emotions. The audience knows you're talent less, faithless, tast