TatteredShadows

I know that you don't care But I'm still happy you were there, With an arm wrapped around my waist As you let my fingers trace The line of your jaw bone. I guess it almost felt like home being alone together.

Promises like your promises, Your words and how they're framed, Alluring flickers urging sparks To stand up and take flame. Promises like your promises Start sounding one and the same. Never reach their real potential, Leaves disappointment to be gained. Promises like your promises Are like lies within your lies, Smoulder under the surface As you try to tantalise. Promises like your promises A near perfect performance. The show is over, go on home, Take with you this distortion.

So now I'm alone, The rainbows fade, Turns back to the storms That always rage Across this mind that cant keep up, In the person that always Seems to have no luck.

Hey, you there, With the bright eyes that Don't smile along with your lips, Those lips that can't decide what they want, Who's voice cannot murmur their choice. Come back and take away the bricks you placed And I'll remove mine, For we are forever disheartened, And believe ourselves alone As we wander the same path, Forever curving back to the start, With each lap building this wall between us higher, Blocking out the view of those who are really beside us And not those whose paths just intertwine ours, Blocking out the sunshine that keeps our minds straight And views pleasant. Hey, you there, With words so sweet that Ho

Lying stock-still in my black abyss, Hoping my monsters wont find me here, But they seem to find me at every turn. Im not safe, I can barely subsist. Maybe If I stay down this time round, They will forget that Im here and will turn around and leave me to the peace that was overdue All the way back when my emotions withdrew…

The night breathes its air, The moon glows afar, The stars draw their labyrinths, There are no more cars. The silence stretches on, The world is asleep. There's no more need To count all those sheep. Lulled to the land of Nod, Dream of good times to come. Dissolve all the negatives So there's not even a crumb. And whisper goodnight To the earth that you love, And hope all the angels Look down from above.

Name scrawled on the envelope, A letter hanging out. This is for her, Without a doubt. The paper is crisp, Soft to the touch, Folded in thirds, They have written much. The lines are...jumbled, Showing nerves in each word, Fighting to lay them out. To you they sound absurd. Signed at the end Not giving too much away, With "P.S." at the bottom, Because you've still more to say. This girl left you breathless, You can utter not a sound. Then she smiled and turned away, Leaving you spellbound. Your throat has constricted As if your wearing a choker. So you send the message on, Signed, "I guess your secret admirer"

With music as her lifeline She flows deeper into her dreams, The drums pounding out her heartbeat, Growing more confindent like a learning teen. They keep her in rhythm, Her two feet moving, keeps her Mind and presence in check. Each beat of the sticks reverberate Her on to her next rhythmic set. The guitar strums out a path for her, Each note a step if its own. Each chord is a collection of footfalls Ringing out to the people who follow. The fret board is her world, Her map to what she can do. Her strings caress her fingers, Calling her back each night with hard kisses. The keyboard adds to her uniqueness. Every sound is co