Torn
Another blank page before me
and at my feet lie the shreds,
of each awkward attempt,
to surpass this imperfect reality.
A stroke of the pen and its broken.
And what should be said is unspoken
Words of peace lose their meaning,
when written by this artist's hand.
So it slips from the page like sand,
falls at my feet, and slowly fades.
Oh, but believe me, I'll keep trying,
to piece this all together...
before it falls apart.
For every letter I've torn up. Truth is worth more than beauty. Trust surpasses the imperfections.
not alone
please stay here inside of me
sing in my ear a sweet melody
carrying away my melancholy
hold me tenderly from within
only you know the place I'm in
For the only person there with me thats not here with me.
let go
I'm starting to feel the vertigo,
the quickening and tightening,
will I soar or slowly fall?
Fears are still surrounding me,
promise to keep me company.
No longer can I live in this,
unbroken by life's first kiss.
Perching on the windowsill,
Dizzied by my standing still.
I'm shaking off the ashes,
preparing to take the plunge.
and you promised I won't fall,
alone outside your love.