I wanted a story that couldn’t be told…
only the fishing part of fishing.
I didn’t see the brave girl so near me.
I couldn’t hear you singing softly to me.
Give me an angle that I haven’t tried before
it’s simply irrational weather
music plays a mind trick
I see so much magic though I missed it at the time
How can I love you with a broken heart?
this mark on me is permanent,
like all the things that come like that
nothing burns as bright as illusion
the heart wants to believe
My mind was willing and my spirit was strong..
I have seen by degrees the boiling point come and go.
How high your highest of heights? How low are your lows?
Why must everybody die to exist?
the rotted love manipulates me
and I, I, you, we’re not thinking my stromata
All I wanted was the truth
Wish I could hold you in my arms like I hold you in my mind
And I see what you are thinking of me.
All your weight, it falls on me.. it brings me down.
Promises you break you still believe.
You are what you love, and not what loves you back.
You reach so hard it makes you fall for these hands that let you go—but shouldn’t let you go at all.
Baby’s getting older.
You won’t find it in her weakness; you’ll find it in yourself.
Climb cautiously—but don’t do it for me.
You are the hope that keeps me trusting.