Thank-you for the Betrayal

im shaking
not now, not here, not like this
i always thought i could hold my breath for longer
i thought i could wish upon the stars one more time
and hold you close, just one more time

i didn't get to say goodbye, but you packed up and left
you didn't even leave a letter
not even a cliche is sight
just a lie
and then came the truth
in the form of a photograph
plastered for all to see
you were so careless
you didn't mean for me to see it
but i didn't trust you anyway

and so a new leaf has been given life
a new day breaks
for this time i look to the skies
and know in my heart
it was better that you left

because i didn't trust you
nor you to me

and now the lies have stopped

thank you for betraying me

We are Platonic

something platonic, something mutual
im what you have had, then lost, and wanted again
biting the hand that feeds you, i wont flinch i wont leave
i promise
what i feel is something platonic
more than the others
higher, more purpose

im here now arent i, with wings of a butterfly
fragile
i care, but i have a cats tongue
and your fragile
you may love me, you may break, you are fragile
you have a disposition to love

we have a disposition to love
cause this is something platonic,
you mean more to me than sex, kisses, and company

Embrace

i was embraced, so long ago
i thought i was gone, inside, away from myself
you chased, you caught, and then you
embraced
held onto, gripped, fought to have
and you gave up allot, you dropped everything in your hands to chase me
to embrace me

our lips meet, and our hands form intricate patterns
i cry when you try to hush me
i blush when you look at me
but after what i went through, i know what i must do
when you come for me, with passion in your eyes
we must embrace

Under This Rain

Under this rain
planting your feet, you reach to heaven
the clouds above move closer,
to eager for your kisses
when we touch, under this rain
we embrace
when we kiss, under this rain
i want to melt
i want to cry, and you wouldnt notice
as the rain washes in sync

when i reach down for you,
im not a cloud no more
i am me, and you are my love
under this rain, thats all that is important
we are all that matters

kiss me again, under the rain
the foggy glass smears, and the musical patterns repeat

Yellow Dress

Yellow Dress

Like a bloom in an empty field
and an innocent in a cage,
i saw you, with your yellow dress

transfixed beauty,
a smile away from perfection
you had desire drawn up upon your shoulders
and they were in limp bows, waiting to be tied

like silk, your skin blushed
and colour florished within
so i stood amazed, in awe
blue eyes swam with mine,
and we danced
in your yellow dress

the tale wore on,
a fate unfortold,
i remember when i kissed you that first day
when i held your hand, and shyed from your beauty

i still live that moment today,
with your whispers flowing from your lips
we stand here, in embrace
in your yellow dress

Blunt Spoon

Of crimson liquid, and velvet shimmer
you fall, you pray, you plead
and you ask,
the eon old question

Russian roulette, and a full barrel
you took us for granted,
and danced around
thinking of the positives wont clean the mess

On your knees,
your blunt spoon without polish
the hard labor wont grace you with a smile in its reflection
because this is tarnished
we are tarnished

But now, as you cry
i take away the revolver
and clean up your mess
i will polish your blunt spoon
so you may see me smiling behind you
and you will take my hand

the eon old question,
"but why?" you scream
and i move my lips
"because i love you"


Notes: People make mistakes, and all seems to end. lend a hand to the person you love, i even if they hurt you. give them a chance. and most importantly give you BOTH a chance.

The Inspiration came from me wanting to use the term "Russian roulette, with a full barrel" to emphasize how people take things in relationships for granted, and take the stupid risks. i also waned to explain that these mistakes can be forgiven as long as the person you love learns their lesson.
of course this is personal, and most of you would know the story behind this, and its references.

This Week

this week your my favorite,
and its your flesh i want to taste
you will mean just as much as the week before

lip gloss and perfume,
empty bottles and torn emotion
nothing is left but a bigger gash

this isn't a mother fucking progression
and this is no mother fucking parade
progression
fulfillment
(whispers)not even close

this means more to me than you
and i am more
i am more
i am more than you
(whispers)more than you

cause next week i will be the same
and i wont be finding vague answers in over-used rehearsals
and when the morning comes, i will be stronger
and you will become worth less
because i am more than you
more than you
are!
more than you are!!!
(whispers) this week, and next, i am more...more than you are...