nervous to fly

Haha, i figured it out!
that awful feeling in my gut since we said goodbye…
doesn’t necessarily mean i miss you,
it just means I’m nervous for this solo flight in the sky…

I don’t have a map & i’m all spun around
and maybe my arrow points north somewhere around south…
but I will get to places that nest-builders never shall see…
for I am the shooting star, wild, untamed, and free….

 

my heart is a colorado weatherman…

I swear my heart is a Colorado weather man
always predicting for the wrong mountain or day…
I swear my heart is a ravaging tornado…
unpredictable & absolutely impossible to tame…

I swear my heart is a six year old child
always disobeying my head for some candy or game
I swear my heart is a freaking morning song bird
waking up love, before it really wanted to get up or play

I swear I hate my heart for being such a fool
I hate how it bounces around and breaks all my rules
I swear I hate how it’s crazy and wild and dumb
but more than anything else, I hate how it makes me love

 

Poets like us

Poets like us,
we don’t always live like you do…
we can see the world like a movie
as if we are not part of the view…

poets like us,
we see the beauty hidden in every soul,
and in being romantics deep within,
we have often played the part of a fool…

poets like us,
began with wonder & trust in the world
of course it was betrayed or rejected
so we pretend to be a cynical boy or girl…

though poets like us,
we still see the glowing goodness around
and hold our desires deep in our riddles,
where our dreams and true thoughts are found…

 

almost never dies

like the rainbow that almost glowed
before the sun decided to set…
the winning chips you almost cashed
before you lost that all-in bet…

like the leading lady role
your call-back wasn’t enough to get
that perfect wedding dress
that was the last one in a size that didn’t fit…

so close, but no cigar for us my dear…
you are the one I almost loved sincere
but like the rainbow that never got to appear…
we were the perfect couple, lost to fear…

you were the one i almost loved in real life…
but now, i’ll love you in my dreams until i die…
it’s been a few years, and we still have yet to say goodbye…
when they ask me why not him, you’re the reason why…

that number one hit, the record company turned down
the perfect make up until the rain drenched me wet…
and all i can hope, and all i can pray for any more
is that our chance, isn’t really over yet…our sun hasn’t truly set

 

let the ship sink

So why are we even trying?
we both know that we’e wasting our time

jumping ship and watching it sink
leaves a bitter taste, and salt on open cuts…
but let’s be honest neither of us wants to be sailing…
and we’re both too stubborn to admit we’re sick to our guts

So let’s just throw in the towel, don’t lie
we will never be friends, and never be more…
somewhere there, we ended up in icey waters,
so let’s jump ship, while we’re still close to the shore…

I wanted so badly to love you, i guess…
everybody wants to have that someone who is theirs,
but we were both using each other to feed our pride,
i think we need to admit, that neither of us cares….

let’s save our hearts and foolish prides tonight…
kiss one last time and wish each other goodbye…
it doesn’t have to be a stormy night for ships to sink…
it was a clear full moon, when our love sank to the deep…

 

bottle of the soul

you can’t capture a soul in a bottle
and mix it with potions to become
a little more this, or a little less that
or dilute out the bad things that they’ve done…

And it doesn’t matter how much you want gold…
alchemy wont change my heart of steel…
and you can say it is cold & too hard to handle,
but that hardly makes me want to heal…

because you think you can change my mind
but really you’re just breaking my heart
so like the sand and the water in the ocean,
while always together, we will always be apart

separated… oil and water just don’t mix…
let’s be honest you want to change who i am…
and someone’s core is not something to fix…
so i love you… but i won’t be your little lamb…

 

fly on…

Oh sweet little butterfly
don’t settle for any flower that’s pink
don’t give your loving to just any boy
who decides to give you a little sweet…

fly on.. to one who is ready & ripe
to give you all of its nectar and love
you are precious beyond your knowledge,
and he has to know that you’re all he wants

and as short as the sunny days are
and as fleeting as your beauty seems
I beg you not to settle for less,
fly on… until you find the one of dreams…

One who won’t just put up with all your quirks
but who will love you for the way that you twirl
not one who wants to hide you away from the sky,
but is proud to let you shine on his sunny world

Fly on, butterfly out of hope
fly on, butterfly out of dreams
fly on because waiting out there,
is the garden that is worthy of your beauty