Note Book

I look for an outlet
For my anger
My fear
My desire
My tear;
I float quietly
Gravity can’t contain me
But these strings I can’t cut off;
One day I will get a knife
Put a hole in your balloon
You will fall
You have no strings
You were so proud
Now you fall;
I won’t look down
I will laugh,
I will wait to hear you hit the ground
I will laugh again;
I didn’t get my outlet
But I got you
You are my outlet
My torn empty note book

Proud

I may have stolen a line
Maybe even a note or two
But the song I sing is true
One day I will make you proud

All That I Wish For, I Don’t Want To Wish For

Sometimes I wonder
If you really are all that I think you are,
But you are merely the silhouette
Of the tainted perfection I crave for

Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
Makes me believe in them again
In the cruel hollows I thought I once overcame
Walking backwards was never fun,
But I find it hard to stop

Sometimes I wonder whether I am stupid
Now I am certain I am
But your clever eyes knew all along
The pleasures of your disguise,
Sicken me to my core

Sometimes I think I can be strong
My strength is evanescent
Like your promises;
I am a hypocrite
A creep with obscure musings
Maybe even a liar too,
Yet I could never be you

Sometimes I think I will have you
Just the way I want to
My mind mocks my ambition;
You can never be what I want you to be
No one can, but I cling to a bare hope