5 steps

so close so close
5
your within smelling distance and i can feel it
or i think i can
4
your laughter shakes the air around and i just want to be close enough to know
what it is that makes you laugh
so i can
3
i am getting close enough you become intoxicating
that kind that makes you weak at the knees and
makes you question which way is up
and whether the sidewalk always moves like this
2
i stutter step and loose my pace... and confidence
and it feels liek everything
is going
s l o w e r
and then faster
and
1


*breathe*

peasy

make it look so easy
peasy lemon
don't squeeze me
lets make sure the juice
is worth that
premtive falling
in love isn't easy
peasy like lemon in
your eye
temorarily feeling
like your gonna die
make ya cry
or try
or lie
to steal a kiss
or two
sometimes it takes three
to tango
and to complicate that
three a crowd but
i'm the leader of the scene
leaving you like a bad dream
thinking of me long after you wake
just can't remember which road to take
no i can't remember which road to take

and you...

you leave me confused
and i
and i
and i don't know exactly what i'm trying to
say but i'm thinking if i say it really
really really
really fast
then maybe it will sound
like i know what i'm talking about
when i really have no idea
because

you leave me confused
like a tourist in the middle city
looking up at the sky as if
a map of my destination
may be printed up there...
or maybe you leave me scared
like a pregant mother at 16
not sure what to do
who to talk to
scared shitless of whats going to happen next
and not even sure
if she wants to find out

and i still don't know
how you do this to me
how you mke me feel like i've never
spoken an intelligent line of dialogue
and that no matter what i say
around you, your green eyes will still
sparkle enough to make my knees weak
enough so that i think the world notices
but not enough that you do

and you... you leave me breathless
like a kid watching fireworks for the first
time,
brilliant and bright not wanting them to
end though knowing they will soon
and not wanting to watch the end
cuz then soon
it'll all be over
and you leave me wondering
wondering like 5 year old with
lighting bugs,
wondering how do they brighten up the night
and wanting to just hold them in
their hands
even if only for a moment

silent heartbreak

heartbreaks aren't noisy
there is no screaching breaks
no screams before the crash
no shattering of glass on the kitchen floor
no screaming high pitch noise that pierce your ears
heart breaks are silent
they are tears streaming down your face that you
look up into the lights to try to dry
they are the tears that stream down your face
without a noise
without a trace
no one to whipe them away
no one to make them dissappear
no one to make your head clear
its all irrational
its all in vain
no one will ever know
that heartbreaks aren't bus crashes they are the
slient jumpers in the night
the ones that no one hears scream

unravelled

i always though you were gentle
delicate and such
smooth like fresh layed pavement
but your more like gravel than i
care to admit
and you told me to unwind
but instead i unravelled
being to get dizzy in this city
of blinding lights
and its not to light or to dark
whether you feel when we are appart
that its too long since you've been gone
and there are no words to say
what helps me through the day
is knowing what you feel shoulda coulda might be real
and i feel,
i feel
i feel as though i'm float through mid air
but not like a feather,
like a fraight train off a bridge
horn blowing and water coming into view
and knowing that its through
but not wanting to see
so i close my eyes hoping
hoping it'll dissappear on me

blue period

he was one of those modest artist the kind
that you can't convise he's done right
to him its always something wrong
a brush stroke a pen stroke
a shade to dark
but we all fall in love with the art
or him

he was like his art a perfect looking piece
something you thought you couldn't attain
something i fooled my self to believe
that i was in the presence of a god
a michaelangelo of modern arcrilics
and i was...
the blank canvas
and you choose your time with me
to go into that melodramatic blue period
the one where everything looses its hue
turns cold and shows a broken soul
kinda like you
turned me into
that depressed blue man
sitting on the side with no one
to catch me when i cried
or died
inside

coffee and cologne

and you were gone
like a blown out match
something you can't get back
but you didn't even leave a trail
no
but you did leave the smell
the smell of coffee and colonge
and the indent in the pillow
which will fade...
like the smell
and then i wont know you
and more
because thats what you were
to me
coffee and colonge
the morning wake up call
the reason to wake up
and now
i'm left here
laying next to the pillow
that used to hold you head
trying to grab to the smell

lil' girl dreams

for the girls
in the shadows
waiting for the light
the dark and hansom
stranger waiting
in the night

the ones that never questioned
that he would come along
the ones that never wondered
what was taking him so long

to the ones that kept on dreaming
night after night
the ones that kept on believing
that mr wrong was mr right