Category Archives: Love

The end of the world

I should have kissed you Right then and there I should have pulled you back As we ran through the rain I should have pulled you back Paused Stepped towards you and kissed you Right then and there In the

The end of the world

I should have kissed you Right then and there I should have pulled you back As we ran through the rain I should have pulled you back Paused Stepped towards you and kissed you Right then and there In the

The Flying Scotsman

At night, as I lay in bed with my head on the pillow It feels like cold glass And if I press my ear hard enough against the pillow I can hear the sound of a train The click of

The Flying Scotsman

At night, as I lay in bed with my head on the pillow It feels like cold glass And if I press my ear hard enough against the pillow I can hear the sound of a train The click of

PTSD

My heart physically hurts I feel the ache in my chest It greets me in the morning and puts me to bed at night I try to sleep, to escape the pain But my head just won’t shut up It’s

PTSD

My heart physically hurts I feel the ache in my chest It greets me in the morning and puts me to bed at night I try to sleep, to escape the pain But my head just won’t shut up It’s

And all because the way you say my name is different

I want to be that lit cigarette between your lips The one that you live for and that slowly kills you I want to be the angel wing tattoo that’s just behind your right ear And watch your hair rise

And all because the way you say my name is different

I want to be that lit cigarette between your lips The one that you live for and that slowly kills you I want to be the angel wing tattoo that’s just behind your right ear And watch your hair rise

In ash, on a windy day

You still didn’t write Or do you, just for him? Is he keeping you busy? Does it take up too much of your time or his to do something you enjoy? Do you at least read though? Perhaps something other

In ash, on a windy day

You still didn’t write Or do you, just for him? Is he keeping you busy? Does it take up too much of your time or his to do something you enjoy? Do you at least read though? Perhaps something other

What’s the rush? What’s the rush, well…

You know it’s love when you can see a future with them. You just get that tingly feeling. And goddamn if you aren’t mapping out that future right now; what you want to do next week. What you want to

What’s the rush? What’s the rush, well…

You know it’s love when you can see a future with them. You just get that tingly feeling. And goddamn if you aren’t mapping out that future right now; what you want to do next week. What you want to

It’s up to you, not fate

The clichés have become cliché I didn’t lose the friend I always wanted I didn’t lose that friend that I loved No dear, you stripped that away

It’s up to you, not fate

The clichés have become cliché I didn’t lose the friend I always wanted I didn’t lose that friend that I loved No dear, you stripped that away

She wrote me a love note

Black coffee acoustic White trash beautiful Words tumble from your mouth Like ransom notes that litter the streets Too twisted to ever think straight It’s a shame I’m just a dream

She wrote me a love note

Black coffee acoustic White trash beautiful Words tumble from your mouth Like ransom notes that litter the streets Too twisted to ever think straight It’s a shame I’m just a dream

Time is not kind to the heartbroken

I lay in bed at night, hugging my pillow And I picture that it’s someone hugging me back I count the days which turn into months which feel like years Time is not kind to the heartbroken

Time is not kind to the heartbroken

I lay in bed at night, hugging my pillow And I picture that it’s someone hugging me back I count the days which turn into months which feel like years Time is not kind to the heartbroken

Your body is a wonderland

The way you arch your back is As beautiful as the tattered spine of my favorite book The curve of your lips Are the dog-eared pages that I keep going back to Your scars and stretch marks Are the highlighted

Your body is a wonderland

The way you arch your back is As beautiful as the tattered spine of my favorite book The curve of your lips Are the dog-eared pages that I keep going back to Your scars and stretch marks Are the highlighted