Saturday, February 21, 2015

Writing the wrongs.

I can't seem to muster up the feelings
to give this the respect its due

I thought at least we'd have a messy romance
filled with late nights
and sloppy kisses
and text messages that make no sense to anyone but us

Instead I seem to have nothing
and one would think that would make me feel

but it doesn't

I say that if all we were allotted were broken pieces on the floor
then I'll thank God for the mess
if that's all I get with you
then it's more than never having you

Cause never having you....
even a you that's gone
No, that wouldn't be right
and something has to seem right about this
Doesn't it?

Friday, February 20, 2015

My sin covered dream

I don't want to settle into old skin
and sit on some old comfy couch with him

I don't want the simplicity
People say to hold on to the simple things
But I've never been simple at all

I'm complicated
I'm twisted metal
and dirt on a white dress

I'm surrounded by the unexpected
I can't remember what it's like to live the norm

So I can't call you my darling
Or just simply become your Mrs.

Instead I'll call you my monster
and I'll be your sin covered dream
and together we'll be unexpected
and coming apart at the seams

Fast and wild
and real

when we stop reaching for perfection
we fall into place in the fairy tale theme
And when it stops making sense
we finally realize what it all means
 and that when it's meant to be it's exactly what it's cracked up to be...

 "Love is an untamed force."