You made it look easy

You're the reason I keep stalling.
You're the reason I keep falling.
You're the reason I am crawling.
You're the reason I keep calling.

You're the reason I'm broken inside.
Taped together to stop my cries.
You made it so easy to leave my side.
You made it look easy to forget my eyes.

There was a turning point I thought I could make,
I watched for you to turn but you weren't even awake.
You never looked back, not even a fake.
I prayed for you to care, but there was nothing at stake.

I chased after you instead. It made me look weak.
Desperate even, the outlook seemed bleak.

I didn't care.

I hugged you and you didn't hug me back.
I apologised though I did nothing wrong.
I thought this was the moment where we could fix all the bad.
But this was just the moment where everything was gone.

It was always me, asking and wanting.
It was always me, pushing and prodding.
You didn't make an effort, you didn't want to stay.
The signs were all there but I looked the other way.

I chased after you, but it didn't seem fair.

The truth was, you just...
                                                              didn't care.

sweet senses

I like the taste of brewed coffee to heighten my senses each morning.
I like the taste of your tongue as it mixes with mine.

I like the smell of a freshly peeled mandarin as it clings to my fingers.
I like the smell of your cologne hanging onto your skin.

I like the touch of my warm coat as I throw it over my shoulders.
I like the touch of your hands underneath it that chill me to my core.

I like the sound of my favourite song coming on the radio.
I like the sound of you calling Bye, Darling to me as I leave.

I like the look of the sun rising, slowly getting brighter as I drive on.
I like the look of you standing there, ruffled hair and pants hanging low.

I like the feeling I get when I think of you, when I think of coming home to you.
I like the feeling you give me when I know I'll see you soon.

Every morning and every evening, for the rest of our lives.

Good morning, Darling.

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

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.

I've Got So Much To Tell You

I've got so much to tell you.
I have so much to share.
I'd rather say in person, though
better now than when you're not there.

I've got so much to tell you.
I don't know where to start.
I'm married with four children
And people buy my art.

I've got so much to tell you.
My job's skyrocketed through the roof.
I've learnt how to knit
And made something just for proof.

I've got so much to tell you.
It has been far too long.
I built a house from nothing.
Bricks and pieces never wrong.

I've got so much to tell you.
Most importantly I'm great.
I'm happier than I've ever been,
I'm glad to tell you now instead of wait.

...

I had so much to tell you.
But I waited too long to share.
I wish that you were here,
I wish that you could care

That now I have a family
Just like you always wished.
And now I am everything
That you wanted on your list.

I'm sorry that I can't tell you
In person, face to face.
But I know that you can hear me
And am proud of what I've made.

Growing Up

Listen

School nights turn into week nights.

School days turn into work days.

Weekends turn into work days.

It's called growing up.

It happens slowly

and before you notice,

you're driving around

trying to find where you belong

which is Nowhere and

Everywhere all at the same time.

And people keep calling you

asking for help and guidance

but you're just as lost,

and you realise....

That's what life is about:

Being Lost.

But the world keeps on spinning

and changing, faster than you.

The number of candles grow

as the wicks get smaller.

Friends turn into lovers 

and lovers turn into nothing.

The world keeps on shrinking

as your circle falls away,

and you have to learn to cope

in the ever-changing world

of an adult wishing to be a child.

It's called growing up.