Her Lips Paint MemoriesHer lips paint memorieson your pillow casesthat havent been whitesince the daythat you bought them.She leaves handprints,white powdered handprintson your bathroom mirrorthat shows the manyou didn't want to be.She throws glassesand lemon rindson bedroom floorsand sprawls on antique pianosthat dont carry her weight.she is recklessbut you were tooall to see the look on that faceas she sprinted through your houseor rather her housebecause thats who you built it for...her lips paint memorieson your lipsyour lips who would promiseNew York and the Moonif it kept her here.Her lips paint memories that are wiped too soon.
Look At The WavesLook at the waves,how they crash on the shore.Don't you think its like love?It's natural,inevitable that it will come to youwhether you loveor you are loved.It's temperamentalit can destroy youor cleanse youand it creeps up on you somtimes...and it can overwhelm you.love...it surrounds us all...like the sea
Feathers and PainLast night,i had a night tremor-the birdswere screeching in the treesthat lined the clearingin the woodsbut i was more scared of him.-blue eyesstaring at methrough the gloom and coldand my throat closed overwith a scream-the pale face in the treescame into the half lightand his handsreached to my throat-and in that voice,the one that seduced meso many timeswhispered in mythree little words"I. HATE. YOU."-and as he leavesi lie in the grassand three words tumblefrom bloody, quaking lips"I. LOVE. YOU"-he was gone thenand the fear of the birdsit flooded inand everything went blackwith feathers and pain
Archways...You are the archway in the woodsbatteredby the elementsyour foundationshave grown weary withthe grief you carryin you all the time-she is the windthat shakes youto your very corepulling you down each timeshe passes by-and though you knowshe destroys youyou will alwayslove and cravethe touch of her lips,her hands-i dont knowhow to fix you,to make you standstrong againin the woods,hy haven-but i know thati would liebeneath your very soulforeverif it meanti could stop youfrom falling.-My archway in the woodsi'll never let you downuntil the dayi fall down myself.-
Home MoviesRealising you're fallingin love with someone,all over againis like watchingHome Movies.-You hear their voice,saying things you knowthey've said a hundred times beforebut this time it clicks.-You see the smilethat you know will always be therebut you drink as much of it inas you possibly can.-You see the eyesthat have seen so many things with youand you wonderhow they see you.-You're heart tells youwhat you already knewbut never admitted to yourself,you love themlike you did once before.-You love them.