When glasses clink,
Friends, they will drink.
This song is hard,
And so is life.
This guitar hard,
And soft as grief.
Bring, bring to life,
Sing as do birds.
It's hard to wink,
At least we try—
Bring, bring to life
The tears that dry.
Bring, sing to life,
A song that beds.
Oh sing, sing songs,
Live as bedsongs.
#ts #nss
Friends, they will drink.
This song is hard,
And so is life.
This guitar hard,
And soft as grief.
Bring, bring to life,
Sing as do birds.
It's hard to wink,
At least we try—
Bring, bring to life
The tears that dry.
Bring, sing to life,
A song that beds.
Oh sing, sing songs,
Live as bedsongs.
#ts #nss
"Your ego talks like it
Could rip a soul apart.
I listen to it to pretend
My heart is strong…
But before the weekend,
I know I could be wrong.
It takes a smile away
It breaks a soul today,
And tomorrow another.
I hold myself together,
To pretend I am not
Going to fall apart.
Today, I'll listen to it,
But tomorrow I will not."
#ts #clmr
Could rip a soul apart.
I listen to it to pretend
My heart is strong…
But before the weekend,
I know I could be wrong.
It takes a smile away
It breaks a soul today,
And tomorrow another.
I hold myself together,
To pretend I am not
Going to fall apart.
Today, I'll listen to it,
But tomorrow I will not."
#ts #clmr
I am sick with a December kind of pain. One that stays through the January clouds, and her unforgiving rain. My brain is rotten and I am not forgiving myself, I know I will be fine when the year begins one more time. I am sick with a December kind of longing; the type of agony that syncs with time, reality and truth. I used to love the memories that came with a lot of growth. Now I wish I couldn't remember.
#ts #pgnt #de
#ts #pgnt #de
Pretty little light wings,
I have died a lot of times,
To see where the bubbles go.
It is true what they say,
A place is only as good
As the souls living in it.
I have burnt enough times
Not to love the dazzling fire,
For where sparks a flame
Dies a cold memory.
Pretty little light wings
You are where I wanna be.
#ts #clmr
I have died a lot of times,
To see where the bubbles go.
It is true what they say,
A place is only as good
As the souls living in it.
I have burnt enough times
Not to love the dazzling fire,
For where sparks a flame
Dies a cold memory.
Pretty little light wings
You are where I wanna be.
#ts #clmr