what goes around comes around

eyes that have seen it all
don't mind
color
violence
romance
what color are those eyes?

hello ________ (< insert name here)

where did you go?
why did you leave?
and now do you see?
that tomorrow is just another day
you said so yourself
you know exactly what mood i would be in
after i ran those words through my mind
blank
i don't need a special day with you after all
i get enough of those at home
i love using sarcasm
and i love loving you
anyway
my world is starting to whirl
and i can't sustain much longer
i don't think i'm going to think
special days anymore

Con il nostro amore si possa volare per la luna

you hold something
of mine
that is hard to capture
never been grasped
by anyone but you
it fluttered by you
many times before
i hope you were anxious to catch it
as anxious as i was to let it fly into your reach
i don't want it to be released

if you see me walking..

i'm not walking to anywhere in particular
just taking a stroll
its dark
and i'm finding constellations in the sky
wondering what makes walking at night
so different from walking in the daylight
creepers drive by and stare
they take away my calmness
by pushing on the steering wheel
to make an obnoxious sound
enough to make you have a heart attack on the sidewalk
if you weren't aware they were going to make the sound
they laugh
i don't
i smile
i just found Orion

put a flower in my hair

do you see yourself?
we have plenty of mirrors
hanging up for show
hanging up to check your makeup
to check what's stuck in your teeth
you need to look at yourself
because you are wrong
in way that make it difficult to breathe
you are tearing me apart
just like dead rose petals
and i'll lay there
on the ground
until i'm lucky enough for the wind to carry me away
carry me away

find me the exit

you need to get away
away from here
going away
away
gone
you can travel by car
i know you don't like airplanes
i know you don't like ships
its all too exhilarating
for you
you don't get out all that much
how could you though?
you're handcuffed
to another person's wrist
and that person's other wrist is handcuffed too
handcuffed to a make believe world
a world that is thought up to be if you go away
for a while
you won't come back
when that person is forcing you to be close
all the time
its like putting a bandaid
on a gunshot wound
it doesn't work
it won't heal the pain

i like being in your arms

you are the most important piece
to my puzzle
that isn't puzzling me
you are the hint
to my everyday life
i don't really know
if its good or bad
i do know its true