Of fate and corny things

If that love was a movie
That kiss would have been a desperate climax
The way you run to conclusions would be you running, to tell me, for the first time....how you could not live without me
The way you looked at me would be this poem I can't help but drink you in for when you are not there I thirst
We'd bump into each other drop our books our hands would touch and in that brief moment nothing else makes sense but that at exactly this moment this is exactly what is supposed to be happening

But that love was missing the last bus when you are already late
Not what you want but better than you ever imagined reality had to offer
That love was sloppy kisses, duty kisses hello kisses goodbye kisses never mmm, finally kisses
That love was they might be here because they have nowhere else to be but lets assume they want to be here
That love was looking at me like my hair needs one more brush or my backside could use a little more padding but what the hell
That love was 'hey..' 'hey..'  until we forgot when or how we started chatting and wondering idly what would happen if we stopped

And if reality had bullet points for what to look for so you know it's real
That love would be so sure corinthians 13 would be more than a cliché
Flowers birds words
Beauty needing no explanation

Asylum Thunder

Saw the signs of the times blinking red amber green on the eternal switchboard and knew not what they mearnt
Was there when change breezed by and changed the order of the furniture but remained oblivious
Watched time pass by, take youth with it and fly into the horizon and remained unaffected
Was there through it all
Someone shoulda made records

...seriously

“If pain must come, may it come
quickly. Because I have a life to live,
and I need to live it in the best way
possible. If he has to make a choice,
may he make it now. Then I will either
wait for him or forget him.”


― Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I
Sat Down and Wept

Salt Water

..forever...
seems so far away
...and I'm so far gone
One day at a time seems ideal
Except forever is one day too far
..and hey if one day at a time is all I get
Then forever should probably call and remind me not to wait up
Because for now RIGHT NOW is gonna. have to be enough

Lonely Hearts

We only accept the love we think we deserve
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That's if we think we can. Accept love that is
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Sometimes we have all these reasons that keep love out
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Sometimes they are legitimate explanations of how we came to be
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Sometimes they are cover for deep rooted fears
^
Sometimes they are comfort. Place holders for what should be
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Once in a while we want to believe that we are worthy
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Then we fail so many times it gets hard to get up after falling so hard
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The void gets harder to bear
:(
No happy ever afters ever
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So we grab the little we can get and fake the rest
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After all love whether just five stolen minutes or all day to december is still love
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And happiness is not a constant anyway
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So melancholy, need to turn this around