tomorrow?

Today I thought about you and not in the way I imagined it was freeing, all the good and all the bad and it was freeing.

Today I thought about you and not in the way you imagine it was true, I see you for you and in the end thats all that mattered.

Today I thought about you and it was not in the way we imagined it was scary, giving you my last act of love to stop fighting for us.

free?

Could you tell me the feeling between the two,

I loved you more than myself now BLUE.

now alone and have space to breathe 

I am starting to love myself you wouldnt believe,

I wish you were here to see the change 

but now your a stranger and reasons to blame

who knows in time we can be again?

free...

home

I could stare at the clouds all day, the way the colours merge and flow

but all good things must go for the night can be bright too,

the bold love of two birds flying home as if they knew. 

cuddled up close and became best friends

to hold each other was the means to an end.

purgation

in solace, alone but not lonely and for one on the outside looking in to see that is brutal. But far from it.

Having self inflicted scars that are not visible to any eye, the boy turns cold.

His food stale and hands unsettled, he didn't know what was coming but he had a choice to make.

the trepidation consumes you..

does the story end there?

godspeed

be one as one is all you can be 

be you its all they can see,

even on your travels i'll be there 

as long as you believe i care.




one

when one goes against the grain,

they get trampled.

when a mass goes against the grain,

the master will use fog and mist

to make you forget which way you were going.

turned to stone

waiting for your room to be ready

but you'll never know

things will seem different 

the sun will never go and birds will forever sing

love will only be a memory masked with sin

floating down a stream 

two birds and a stone 

finally home.

blue clock

time passes as its due

i love the way the moonlight shines on you

fighting the night as if i knew 

that it would be the last time we'd be 2.

now im blue.

idols turn rivals

The boys face turns blue in the cold, scarred from the battle within the jungle. 

He divulges into the feast he has brought home for his family,

with courage and prosperity he speaks of his quests and ventures within the wilderness

and how his life was either a left or right from death. The jungle nearly won.