Monday, January 19, 2015

Where You Are Is not my home

There's a stigmatism in the air
I can't quite see you clear
I'm aware you'll never read these lines
I hide behind
There's a coat in the closet
The smell of your shirt and a broken heart in my pocket
Where I saw you through

Now the Night is empty
And everything I see
I see clearly

And everything is nothing with out you
I hold on to my sanity
Keeps the calm from tumbling
But I still feel you

I grab your hand in my dream
I beg you to never let go
I wake up
Sleepy eyed and alone

The worst part is you'll never hear my song