Bitter Sweet

Lemon is her secret name.
He thought that it suited this fair dame.
He's never spoken or met this gem.
He knows her face through a friend.

Many days He sits there thinking...
"She's 5'5", and quite fit.
She shines bright from the inside out.
She's a keeper, I must admit.
It's too bad we've never met...
I think we could be a perfect fit.
Her smile is sweet, her teeth straight.
She reminds me of an old schoolmate.
I bet she has a vw bug.
And she wears those boots...
I think they're called Ugs?
She probably listens to old school bands
like Dylan, Mac, and Cat Stevens."

And so, another day comes to an end.
And Lemon still knows nothing of Him.
In fact, her heart she wishes to give,
to another... but it's not Him.

I'm Through

Today I wrote a song.

Then I tried to strum along.

It's a simple melody.

It goes E, G,and then D...

Deprived Mind

The lack of coffee in my liquid consumption has caused my head to be quite angry with me today... it started around 10AM and has lasted until now... 12.24AM

She's full of doubt

Listen up. I want to get this out.
I'm not sure how... a pout? a shout?
You need to know what this girl's all about.
I am a walking piece of doubt.

Why o' why am I so shy?!
My stomach hurts and I want to die.
Always afraid to speak.
Why am I such a freak?

My words come stumbling out.
My face, reflection of doubt.
Ugh, there's that word again.
I feel like I'm ten.
I hate the fact that I'm softspoken.
All this is is venomous poison.

I tell myself daily,
"It's not a big deal.
Just be normal; just be real."
I cannot hide my shyness inside.
I wish I were more bona fide.

Mr. Worm

Jogging, it's something I always lament.

Anyways, while I was gasping for air

(and destroying my knees on the cement)

I noticed a worm that didn't look so fair.

There, in the very center of that path,

Laid the crusted thing looking very grim.

For some reason,  I think I might of laughed...

All the moisture had been sucked right out of him!

All shriveled and blighted,

I wondered how he got that disorientated?

He wandered too far from his earthen path,

Or maybe he just took too long of a bath?

Either way, it's a pity no one saved him.

Given the chance, I would've taught him to swim. 

Alone In The City

There are two sides to every story,
and a hundred sides to every one person's face you talk to.
Just because she's real with you doesn't mean she trusts you.

She spends her evenings with different men,
her afternoons reciting love poems.
She lives alone,
But she has no home
She's cultivated a heart of stone.

Stroke upon stroke, she creates her escape
to that haven, to that one place.
But it's all fake and nothing lasts.
She's fabricated.

A Person & A Heart

I'm gonna try to paint the world.

Just like we did when we were kids.

I don't know where to draw the lines.

I wouldn't do it if I did.

I'll paint the trees a shade of green.

I'll fill the ocean in with blue.

Use every color that I have.

Still couldn't paint someone like you.

Cuz the hardest part is a person and a heart.

That's the only thing I could never draw.

Cuz I don't know when, so it starts where it ends.

And I can't draw lines that could hold them in.

The finest line that I could draw,

The one that almost makes it real.

The one that almost looks like your face.

Still couldn't show just how you feel.

What colour is heartache?

What colour is grief?

What colour is laughter?

What colour are dreams?

Until you draw lonely, where do you start?

Until you draw everything we are...