Was I prepared for what’s in store?
Did I find what I came looking for?
The same questions I pondered a year ago,
They plague me still, today and tomorrow,

Summer’s warmth beckons,
To where do I return?
Listening to the poet within,
Perhaps this is where my life begins.

Your broken wings,
My tainted strings,
Mended, you fly,
Unchanged, I cry,

I gaze upon your silhouette,
And clumsily strum away,
Things in my past I wish to forget,
But this song goes a long way,

My guitar gently weeps,
For the secrets that I keep,
To be that for you,
How we both wished to be true.

Author’s Note: Somewhat inspired by the classic Beatles song “While My Guitar Gently Weeps” and also by “That For You” by Matt Wertz .

But if given a second chance another time,
I’d go back and commit the same crime,
I’d rob, lie and cheat my heart all over again,

It was but a story written ineptly,
A story made of the purest, wildest fantasy,
Better to have dreamt than not I believe,

Perhaps if things were a little different,
But there are just some lessons I’ll never learn,
And I’ll just keep telling myself:

Perhaps?

I’d play a song for you,
I’d show you who I am,
But my scars are still bleeding, still new,
And this dream? What is it but a sham?

I’d give you a rainbow,
I’d give you the pot of gold too,
But the truth is that I know,
I’m just being foolish for you,

Your easy laughter,
Your sparkling eyes,
Oh how I really wish you are here,
You are my dream; dreams are fleeting like butterflies.

Author’s Note: Inspired by a conversation with a friend about rainbows and the pot of gold at the end of it. Also motivated by the overwhelming beauty of an individual I know. Forgive me for the corniness, I was writing this while listening to Remembering Sunday by All Time Low.

And VERY importantly! Image credit on the front page goes to Bloodspit from DeviantArt!

Under a moonlit winter sky,
Tonight it’s just you and I,
Your secrets I’ll keep,
Though they haunt my sleep,

The cold breeze ruffles us,
Like Desire’s endless thirst,
The temptation that we fell prey,
And it repeats itself today…

But our dance is over.

But the games we used to play,
They’re just memories of yesterday,
So I’ll just pack them in my suitcase instead,
And keep it hidden beneath my bed,

But what about today?
Here we are with nothing left to say,
We’re doing our best to forget,
Even though our story by far isn’t over yet,

I closed the door,
To your fading silhouette,
What’s the point? What for?
No point in getting upset, nor regret.

He couldn’t cry,
Even though she thought him a lie,
He couldn’t cry,

Could it be any harder?
Just tell me a lie,
Faster! Faster!
At least try?

Just another day,
Tomorrow? Today? Yesterday?
Nay,
It’s just another day.

She took my hand,
Desires of another man,
The night’s full of promises,
but only she deserves my kisses,

I walked out into the cold,
And wished she was here for me to hold,
Promises of lust,
I want something that lasts.

I know I’m not the best for you,
I’m only the second in line,
Painful to admit but it’s true,
I wonder if out of ten am I even a nine,

My insecurities, my inner fears,
And the sharp stab I feel,
They’re my secret, they’re my tears,
These are scars that take time to heal,

I realize I’m not the only one for you,
But you’re the only one for me,
I hide it well but I’m insecure too,
Because it’s better if you didn’t see,

Men are made of steel,
But even superman fears kryptonite,
I hide it well but in the end I still feel,
But I’ll be okay, just give me tonight…

In life I put on a facade,
The dream in everyone’s heart,
In life I seem noble and polite,
But they know not the insecurities I hide,

Never satisfied with all that I have,
That’s what eventually led to my death,
The same will go to people that looked at me,
And said among themselves “He’s got everything, you see?”