A New Day

I've spent so many nights watching the sunset, I forgot just how much warmth the morning can bring.
We'll finally know where we're going when we watch the sunrise together.

It's been dark for so long now, morning is just around the corner.

The sun, it's rising again.

Fear

 

It wasn't the monster under my bed,

The skeleton in my closet,

Or the strange figure outside my window that scared me.

It was the thought of losing you.

Now I live every day in fear.

I live every day thinking I'm just going to fade out of existence.

Mine

This is my world, and you must have some nerve if you think you can just waltz in, with all your glitz and glamour, tear the place up, leave your mark, and walk away.

No. This is my world, and you have made a mess of it.

You've leveled the mountains of my anger, and dried up the oceans of my tears.

Fields of hope are growing through my city streets.

The skies are jittering with excitement.

Is this the apocalypse, or just a metamorphosis?

The Path

Nothing I say can change your mind, you're far too stubborn for that.

But what am I to do? After All, I'm just like you. Our struggles are the same, little do you know.

I've been where you are, many times, and each time it's a deeper cut.

All roads have led to here. Should I turn back now? Is there a dead end waiting?

The Day Today is Monotone

It's funny, we see each other every day,

we look into each others eyes and I wonder what you see.

I hope you know you're always welcome, if you need a place of comfort, or just to be looked at.

I would hope you, of all people understand, that I'm still doing this for you.

It's been some time, and we've had our hardships, but I think it'll all be worth it.

After all, isn't that what you want? A story for the masses?

Or maybe you want a story just for you, and that's alright.

Maybe one day, we'll spend hours discussing this. But until then, here I am, discussing it with myself, as you watch from someplace far away.

If you were here, we could do so much more, as I'm sure there are still stars that have yet to be seen, grass yet to be rolled in, leaves to hidden in or snowflakes to be caught on our tongues.

I wonder if you ever think of doing these things? 

I wonder if you would enjoy doing these things... with me.