Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Clichés

here come the clichés:

it's not you, it's me.
i still want to be friends.
i love you but i'm not in love with you.
i just can't be in a relationship right now.
be honest, it doesn't matter what i say.
you won't hear the pain in my voice.
instead you'll hear your heart breaking.
and i will apologize again and again
and again and again and again and again.
silence only exsists until you bite back.
and i can feel you shutting down.
but in reality, what did i expect?
we both know you never saw it coming.
left hook, right jab, knife in the heart.

your tears make me glance back
into our lives, the memories we made.
please don't forget them after this
please don't think our love wasn't
because once upon a time, it was.

it's the same story, just different names,
different times, different places.
if possible, i'd erase and rewrite the ending
but they wrote it all down in ink.
so prepare yourself for the clichés.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

five minute fiction

One day, we'll go north.
North until the end of the world.

Our tongues will catch ice crystals
and our souls absorb the auroras.

Beauty will be in the eye of the beholder
With no right or wrong, just real.

Warmed by laughter and love,
nothing can slow us down.

Till the lights from the sky dance in your eyes,
darkness will soothe with a lullaby.

North until the end of the world.
I dream one day, we'll go north.

five minute fiction

they tell me they know how i feel?
well you can go ahead and lie to me too,
i think we both know the truth.

everyone is alone in a crowded room
but do they know the loneliness in heart?
it's the fear of never knowing love.

yet how those three little words spew!
too much, they say to the young.
too little, they say to the grown.

in a form or another, you know.
you know the taste and the touch,
something a kid like me only dreams of.

but night turns to day and life goes on.
they tell me they know how i feel?
i wish i knew how they feel.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

La la la la.

I'd sing you a song,
If my words could keep a tune.
And we know I can't do that.
So, baby, I got you the moon.



Do you love me now?