Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Alone I can barely light a match...

...but together we can burn this place down. ~fys

How can I learn from my mistakes
When my mistakes are such bad teachers?
Or maybe I’m just a poor student
Passing notes instead of paying attention
What would it be like to live outside this skin?
No easier than I pretend
It comes easy to you, or so you make it seem
That’s how it looks from over here
These words aren’t work
But my days are labor
I can’t be content to live and die
In one single blink of a god’s eye
These clouds pass by the sun
Like moments of motivation in my day
Raining showers of thoughts
Gone before you knew they were here

* * *

Spring weather always makes me nostalgic
I’m just not sure what for
It makes me homesick for a place that never existed
Feeling the cool breeze at 3am is the best
Walking in solitude in the early morning darkness
In shorts and a t-shirt makes me wish I were younger
The warmth at night makes me want the beach
There’s nothing like that atmosphere
Sand covering your feet
Moon hovering over the water
Waves crashing rhythmically
As you walk hand in hand with someone who makes you feel just right
Hoods over your heads and zippers up to your smiles
Bottle caps and best friends
Whiskey breath and dead ends
Hiding in the shadows cast by police lights
Cuz that’s just where we live
Lifeguard chairs are the top of the world
Ice cold ocean feet on the hottest girl
Pre-dawn breezes whisper to our covered ears
They tell us to leave but we’re not going anywhere
Morning gulls, they call and call
Wasting their time, just like us
Sleeping silence from the city
As asphalt feet bring us back to reality
We walk away from that grainy perfection
Knowing we can’t just walk back and have it be the same
We can grin on our pillows tonight, though
Knowing that the songs carried on that wind will stay with us forever.

*dm*

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Your words really do bring me to tears sometimes. I hope you believe me when I say I miss you

D.M. said...

I hope they're the "good movie" (or writing in this case) kind of tears, anonymouse.