• Discord
    The lack of knowledge of what it is, exactly, that you're feeling
    De ja vu
    The memory of
    A melancholy walk
    Under a melancholy moon
    Sunrise
    Full faith that there will be another
    Slick city streets
    A windbreaker that you hate
    And a hat you will shun but grow to love
    Because of the way it makes your hair fall
    Over your face
    Hidden signs you only think are there
    Analyze my thoughts
    Study his glances
    Body language
    And felons claws
    Hope to discover what you know doesn't exist
    Clouds of doubt
    Shed your tears like rain
    Hope your last line didn't sound like the overused cliche that it was
    Famous last words
    "I think it's over"
    Gaze up at the streetlights
    Think your special
    Think your something your not
    Wish you were her
    Torn jeans
    Emaciated face
    Wish for stoplights and sidewalks
    Instead of minivans and soccer fields
    Gaze at your shoes
    Know your pose
    Imagine your doubt
    Wonder why they enjoy your metaphors
    More than your emotions
    But keep quiet
    Dreams and apparent innocence
    But after perception you know illusion
    Escape to the city
    To forget your undertones for one night
    You could be anyone
    Or you could be no one
    Is it up to you to decide which?
    Or is your fate already set?
    Fall into me
    Fall back into the netting
    Remember your moments
    Under the stars
    Imagining prose
    Brisk autumn nights
    Time is swift
    The typing of that last line is already a memory
    As was that
    Try and forget the times when your moments were ruined
    Youth
    Grinning pictures
    Photo booth smiles
    Look back someday
    And wonder what you thought you had to lose.