For the one who holds my heart

Listen

For the one who holds my heart

I ask you to take care

I may seem like a fearless one

But my head is unaware

With what it's like to love someone

As important as you

So hold on to me with all you got

Because I'm glad I've found you

Every Day

Every day I start a new
Line
A new thought
A new beginning
A better ending.

Every day I try to begin
Again
With hope
With trust
With possibility.

Every day will be
Filled
With love
With adventure
With friends.

Every day I am here
Is perfect
Is different
Is amazing.

More

Sometimes what we wish for is not truly what we need.

Sometimes what we wanted was nothing more than greed.

Sometimes what we ask for doesn't always feel so good

Because it wasn't needed, only gotten 'cause we could.

Corrupting moulded minds with items to possess.
Things are piling all around us and filling up our heads
with pointless rules and pointy tools. We're nothing more than sheep.
Hold on to what you value: the end takes what we keep.

Sacred in our hearts. Nothing last so long.
Sometimes what we wish for had gotten us so wrong.
Deeper in the thick of it, loving what we'll lose.
What more can we ask for? We're always gonna choose

More.

Blur

Swinging swiftly, I throw back my head.
The world's upside down, yet it still makes sense.
It blurs right past me but I remain on track:
Forwards, frontwards, backwards, back.

I kick my legs and hold on tight.
I swing with freedom and all that's right.
The birds join in with their flapping wings.
I feel like flying, but instead I sing.

I let my voice flow, like a running tap.
It streams through the wind, no sense of a map.
No pattern is needed, no real words said.
Just the swaying sounds of nature and the trees overhead.

Letting go of my grip, and putting trust in the ground,
I leap from my haven with a final sharp sound.
Everything is quiet, as the song came to a close.
Now to face all reality and break the blur that arose.

Like Crazy

My heart isn't in my rib cage where it used to be
And it's not on my sleeve where I left it.
Somewhere down the line I gave it away

To someone who needed it more than me.
I didn't even realise what I was doing
Or how I was affecting myself and them.
Sometimes you just do things because
They must be done.
And they must be done now.

Sometimes all I want to do is be with you.
The waiting around kills me but I know this is
Next to nothing of what I put you through.
So I deserve it. All of it. I know.
But knowing that only makes it mildly better.

I have so much free time now
And I spend it thinking of you
And what we would be doing right now if you were here.
I think about the future. Our future.
And I imagine me making you pancakes in our kitchen
And cuddling up on our couch, in our house,
Watching reruns of Doctor Who.
And I think about how I got here but I don't remember.
You have become my obsession.
And I know I have become yours.

Lighthouse

I listen to the sea erupt
so very late at night.
I listen to the crashing of the waves
as the shore puts up a fight.

I make my way across the floor.
It's icy on my feet.
The socks leave little warmth inside
as I take my window seat.

I can see the war in front of me;
It rages with no end.
But come morning light, they'll call a truce
and realise they are friends.

With a last look out my window
and a last listen to the wrath,
I tiptoe back to the warmth,
following the same path.

The sounds start to dissipate;
the smell of salt begins to fade.
My eyes are closing, heavy now;
the darkness starts to invade.

There's a wild place beyond this tower
but I am safe inside my bed.
Only sounds and sights can enter here;
my home is safer than my head.

I listen to the sea erupt,
it's almost morning now.
I drift off back to sleep once more
as the seas begin their bow.