When I'm gone, my darling...When I'm gone my darling,
Would you still turn to stretch out your hand to reach me, at nights?
Would you still swap blankets, as we did because mine smells better?
Would you sigh a little, when the breakfast is set just for one, not two?
Would you stand beneath the stars and imagine me there, beside you?
Would you hear my whispers in the breeze that softly pass you by, calling?
Would you get drenched in the rain, just to relieve 'those' times, past?
Would you walk down the street, and see me standing there smiling back?
Would you still pen our names on every book you buy, and two red hearts?
Would you still whistle the same tunes each morning, that I so loved?
When I'm gone my darling,
Would you be as lonely without me, as I am up here without you?
BeautyBeauty rose out of that silent sea,
Her eyes were tepid with wild thunder,
And then she turned and looked at me.
Me; a meagre man who knew no lady fair,
Nor one of care as she snaps my heart asunder.
Beauty flew up to that sinister sky,
Her lips were dark with mad desire,
And then she turned and started to cry.
Cry; a crude curse who knew no mortal smile,
Nor one so vile as she scars my aura in fire.
Beauty stood up on that scarlet skin,
Her locks were rouge with quiet rain,
And then she turned and walked on sin.
Sin; a sordid spirit who knew no lover true,
Nor one in clue as she saves me from my pain.
It's worth it, it gets betterI know how it feels to be lost in an endless abyss
To want nothing more than to feel deaths cold kiss
When further into darkness you continue to descend
You think death is the only way for the pain to end
When your friends are gone and your heart is broken
And your love is something that you must keep unspoken
When you think your life is destined to be full of hurt
And it leads to opening up being something that you avert
You feel like it is wearing you down, but it makes you stronger
You find the strength to continue for just that little bit longer
Many people don't say anything and just wonder how we cope
Sometimes it's as simple as clinging to that little bit of hope
It sounds cliché, but at the edge of the darkness there is a light
It is the spark of happiness and hope that you have to ignite
It is something that you have to do to be all that you can be
It's something that can fix your heart when it's only debris
It can help you to leave your haunting demons in your past
Bare sweptBare swept
Why do all words fail me
everytime I get the chance to speak with you?
My fear to make everything wrong
makes my heart weigh tons
and places it on my tongue.
While my wit and intelligence choke on it,
I feel so stupid.
I've always been shy and quiet
but you make me silent.
In my bare swept mind
too many thoughts overturn.
How can I ever tell you
that I love you?
My Painting of YouI painted you today.
Rolled up the paper,
and carried you in hand.
Gave you to a girl,
with your eyes,
and chestnuts in her hair,
Made her smile,
seeing butterflies in a field,
but she gave you back,
when she saw
they are going in the sunset.
I put you on
my dreaming wall,
to be my last glimpse,
of my world
before I remember
you're only a painting.