You Mean More Than This.

I have always used words to fill the gaps in my existance
I used them to communicate the sadness I have suffered
I have used the page to bleed my broken heart onto
Untill there was nothing left to bleed out.
I can write about all those times I felt pain.
A strange sort of therapy I never understood.
I can fill pages of the past.
But when it comes too you
I can't find the words
If I could I would write a love song
It would be about you
It would be the last thing I ever write.
I think you know this too.

Writing Ideas for a Friend

Who plays beautiful music, in the hope he will soon be brave enough to show the world his beauty.


1st Song:

About Loss and Not saying goodbye to a pet. ( Rough 1st draft)



They taught me all sorts of things
I can add,
I can subtract and multiply
But they never taught me how to say goodbye

The lessons learnt from you and the rest
was to test,
was to test
The way in which we say goodbye

Oh how it can make or break what came before

For that journey I can't forget....
I am smothered in regret...
Sent to death
Sent to death
I'll never know
where lost souls
go
when they die

Then they buried you in the ground
Death costs the living tithes in tears
I felt lost in this
But lost is the price
of getting found




2nd song (rough 1st draft)

Self explanatory.

When your lover loves another


You hit me like a ton of bricks
Another day hungover trawling paths of the same old things, I felt like a prick, but you changed everything
it's the little things I noticed about you
Its the big things that matter
You liked me but I loved you
Electric shocks
Can turn hearts to rocks
That crumble in the wake of realisations I found hard to take
There was our time, spent on easy conversation and in my case restless waiting
For the next step that was dreamt up only to be knocked down
I believed you were the one
I believed
But connections can rot like people do
And you loved another but I loved you

Where is your heart...

Does your Heart crumble and fall out of your chest?
When you get that promotion will you become someone else?
A sea of faces, A friend in none.
I don't think this is normal, nor is anyone.
We strive for things that plainly don't matter
Where is your heart?
Is it washed down and out,
In this illusionary brain scatter?
Facts and Figures. Numbers. Time
I am not theirs, nor are they mine.
Your money means nothing to me.
Nor Your car, your house, your ten year plan.
I am an alien in this strange Land.
Because it all means nothing to me.
If you have a second to spare please ask yourself..
Where is your heart?
Will it crumble and fall out of your chest?
When you get that extra dollar, will you become someone else?
Where is your heart?
Will it crumble and fall out of your chest?
And if I keep on keeping on, will I become someone else?