Taking my hand,
You lightened my charcoal soul.
Taking my heart,
You mended what was broke.
...
Bubbles enclose us inside,
Trapping our hearts,
As well as our minds.
...
Old pictures,
With familiar faces,
That hold empty spaces.
...
I peal my eyes open,
Only to be put through hell.
While others see that all is well.
What an a illusion.
...
My head is about to explode,
Soon enough I know.
For what my eyes see,
...
The piece of you I hold in my hands.
The chain I swore would never leave my neck.
But now that my ties have been severed with you.
I know what I must solemnly do.
...
Things change.
People come and go.
And sometimes we're left alone.
But that's okay.
...
Looking at pictures I see happy and carefree faces.
There are girls holding hands and elbows perfectly placed.
I look and I am filled with envy.
I wish one of those girls was me..
...