Posts Tagged With: loss

Close Encounters

Constant interruptions keep me too busy to think about what I’m missing out on.
If it makes you feel any better, the less I think, the more I feel like someone.
Someone else knows what I’m talking about without a doubt.
I can’t take these close encounters with angels lightly.
Hell if I know a thing or two about anything worth anything.

You might have too much insight into why I don’t say the things you want to hear.
The way I see it, I don’t really have a chance, so I’ll take my leave without saying a word.
You see the other side of me, the one that always walks away.

This throbbing is not in my head, but from my love drunk heart.
Cracked open & exposed, like a bottle of Bailey’s, I poured myself into anyone that would take me.
I know that there’s harder things to swallow, but none of those things would be half as sweet as the satisfaction of knowing that you love me.
Even though it’s wrong, I play this guilty pleasure day in & out with eyes closed until I’m closed at night around something that feels half as good as you.

This might be a little too personal.
But I’ve spent my nights wide awake until the morning light had to fight to get me out of bed.
You see in my head I’ve got nothing but memories of a life with you that never was.
So the more I get, the less I want to leave & we simply can’t have that coming from a man that doesn’t dream.

I used to dream of completing something other than a sentence.
If I could have a word with you, I would touch you & take a hold of you.
And you look so good in your snow white dress.
I don’t know where we’re going, but I promise that I want to be with you.
I won’t worry the rest of my life away.
I’ve got time & I want to spend it with you.
I want to tell you everything & I’ve got a feeling that this is just the beginning.

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Through The Days

It wasn’t that hard to get up and face all those unknowns with you in mind.
It wasn’t about me in the least.
Consoling you through controlling the nerves in me was the least of my concerns.
With you standing in the corner looking on, something needed to be said.
I had to look up from the pages that were already written and find someone to connect to.
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Kenna – Be Still (For Mishele)

This is for my friend that has just lost someone near and dear to them.
We’re here for you always love.
Be still.


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Feel Something

Tell me what you want, just use your words.
Clever words and phrases lie buried beneath your silence, so let’s waste them on each other.
Show what’s hidden behind your defense.
Take what you want to take from the lines we make.
Take me with you.
Take me with you before I start to miss you.
Breaths apart with our beating hearts a sync is the only way I can live.

Take what you want of me, but don’t take me for a fool.
Sometimes I wish you would leave me.
Its so easy to give into the quitter in you and the bitter in me.
Shut your beautiful mouth around mine because I’m trying to think about what I say instead of saying what I think.
How did we get here?
Will you come with me to the future, there’s room for two?

There’s no question about it.
There was passion, there was laughter and then there was the morning after.
If you could care more would you dare to try?
You can find your way into me so easily, its like I was made for you.
Will you hide in me and stay for a while?
I hold you up above everyone else because I see what I want and its you.
There’s nothing left.

Its not always what we want, but how we want.
You say, be a man, look it up and think it over.
I’d take a beating for you, but not from you.
The only thing I’m guilty of, is building my dreams around you and yours and then wasting them on another.
My potential outweighs your expectations and it’s not healthy anymore.
I’m not sick of you yet, but the heart wears thin with time, I guess we weren’t impervious.
After all that’s said and done its our capacity for each other that has torn at the seams, with our hearts beating in delayed syncopation.
Is this the color of our love?

This is the love, the hurt, and the end of us as we knew it.
I don’t want to take that chance, so I cross my heart and hope to die.
When you love me I feel like someone else.
You’re still the best, more or less.
Don’t say another word, I don’t want to know otherwise.
It hurts to say it.
Here’s to a sorry you and a sorry me when the smoke clears.
There’s nothing left, roll the credits.

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