Flame

The day is half decided 

Dreams run through like heroine 

I can't brush you off - 

It's the needle parted into 

Heart beats - 

Running defeated and half empty 

Tell me the secrets we hold in our hands 

Stretched faith and shot glasses 

Filled with nothing but moments 

As the miles go on like a nightmare 

I can't wake from - 

For every verse is yours 

Like heroine 

Coveting 

All that is mine . 

All I've become 

Is the day 

Half decided . 

Sailors Plight

I'm not quite sure how he got the most important paddle 

I sit here palm on cheek laughing mildly 

To my self alone in my wooden boat 

Over thinking stale conversations , about 

The way you looked so much better on me 

as the sun touches the horizon I'm left a little fuzzy and a little broken 

And your left with that part of me somewhere ,with an extra paddle you see 

So tell me as I'm left mid sentence as its better for you and better for me - when we're left with broken pieces at the hull of the issue 

you were once my captain 

I'm left here softly laughing 

Some how discouraged 

Setting sail