Love Can't Be Kind

It seemed to take over my bones and my heart,
That feeling of passion, that love from the start,
My nerves were on fire, my skin felt skin tight,
My eyelids closed slowly as my soul took flight.

Your fingers traced circles, over my hands,
A screaming I thought, my brain couldn't stand,
As light as a feather but heavier than weights,
I gave you my heart and trusted our fate.

You played me a love song while banging on keys,
A lullaby you whispered, as I fell asleep,
Your lips brushed my hairline and lingered on my neck,
A memory I could never begin to forget.

Chasing the sunset, watching the moon,
Knowing our time would surely end soon,
We wished for forever, for eternity to come,
Forgetting reality would soon end our fun.

Now you're alone, as I am too,
Clinging to memory, nursing our wounds,
Wanting so badly to just turn back time,
But darling, remember, love can't be kind.

Little Room

I'll build a room on the corner of this earth, where I can lose myself in absolutely nothing at all, just the air and the colours of purity that exist inside the feelings of serenity.

I won't have to feel love or hate, as I'll be looking at the world from the outside in.
This room will be my safety blanket, my guarantee to calm.
I will find myself here, and my soul will recreate itself anew.
Scarlet blood will turn cherry red, and these grey eyes of mine will soften, and go back to being a light, baby blue.
Just thinking about it, makes me feel better already. At least now I have enough strength to face another day, of the exact opposite.
Oh society, judgement, lies twisted with fear. All plastered together will a fake smile, and willpower to believe in fairtytales.
In this room, this warm place in my heart, I am living in my very own world, and seeing it with a new set of eyes, believing in non-existant things that shine just below the window pane.
I don't want to leave, as I'll lose my head out there.
That harsh, unforgiving world.
Where we grew up.
Where we live.
Maybe there are more little rooms like mine, in the back of other's heads.
Maybe they're like me, and I just haven't met them yet.
Maybe I never will.
I close my eyes and fall back into my corner of my bliss. Let me be, oh,
Please let me be.

Easier

It's easier to write a love song about a passion that doesn't exist, rather than to have to rely on the real thing.

Twilight Around Our Hearts

We're left not in the dark, not in the light, but more to stumble through life in this dull enclosing twilight around our hearts.
We're meant to live, we're meant to laugh, but so often we can never tell the difference between the two.
People surround us, going on with their lives and dealing with their problems and decisions. They are like us.
Blinded by the shining luminescent lights of reality.
We run in circles, planning our futures, but we seem to crash into brick walls and walk through mine fields along the way.
We wish for crystal clear vision, for knowledge, but in all truth at the end of the day, we don't know how to make decisions. We don't know how to plan our lives the right way.
So we take shortcuts. We make mistakes and get carried away in the wrong direction. We wish we could turn back the time and start over.
And through all this madness of everyday life, we look in between the lines and between the stars, for that natrual high. That great feeling of power, of passion.
Of love.
We trust ourselves that no matter what else goes on, we will find time to find love. We will let our souls free and keep our hearts in eyes, and see everything around us tinted pink.
We will sacrafice all we have, and all it takes, to simply feel.
To let go of routine, of schedules and time, just to lose ourselves in the beating of anothers heart.
Once we find what we are destined to feel, nothing needs to make sense. We can close our eyes and listen.
We can distance ourselves and see. We can be who ever we want to be.
We are all human at the end of the day, searching for the same things.
Aiming at the same targets, running in the same lane.
We are one. We are the world.
Love is what keeps us from destroying it from the inside out.
Love is what keeps us in tact.
Love is what gives us life.
Life, is simply love.

Parents And Previous Generations

They raised us, yet they judge us.
They let us talk, but pass on our secrets.
They want us around, but then want us gone.
They make us stay quiet, then wonder why we're shy.
They indulge us, yet won't let us spend our savings.
They make mistakes, then criticise when we are not perfect.
They assume that behavior is just a phase, then wonder what caused it in the first place.
They think of our moods as typical, when theres so much more behind it.
They look at us as children, when half the time we're more mature than they'd ever be.

Parents and children are good for a while.
Until the other realises where the strength between the two lies.

Song Parts

Parts of songs I'm writing:


Get these images out of my head
I'll close my eyes, do anything
To go stare at a blank wall and feel nothing


Take my hand and walk with me
Don't make me go alone, you'll see
How everything before me is just crashing


You, are awakening
Though your heart is slowly breaking
In to two, and you're stuck with those who love you
Now you're caught up in this mess
This web inside your head
You don't know what to do
You don't know how to choose.


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Second song:


Darkness comes in waves of pain
Heartbreak happens everyday
Close your eyes and look around you
See the stars shining above you
Notice how they haven't faded away.


Summer passes quickly through blue skies
Come here, let me dry your eyes
Who are you to tell me how to live my life
Do you even know how to smile and make things right?

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Third song:


My feet are cracked
My lips are dry
From walking through the heat
I can't look back
I can't see why
You no longer need me
The rain is falling
My tears of pouring
Down the side of my cheek
You left me alone
All by myself
To rot and grow this weak

Yesterday

Sometimes you suddenly catch yourself wondering about the past. Subcontiously comparing it to your present. Debating weather it's really changed. Sometimes you wish to go back to yesterday, even just for a moment, where things were less complicated and somehow still made sense. From time to time you miss the comfort, the painless journey from one day to the next. Now it's so different, now it's messy and a mission within itself, an impossible task that must silently be completed.