Solemn-Bound

Solemn-Bound

I'm sitting here penning letters
That will never reach you,
That will never leave my hands.
My words are caged birds
That will never fly away free.
Fragile wings beat within my heart,
Bursting at the seams,
Still wanting to perch upon your shoulders.
But these lovelorn confessions
Will never be read aloud.
They will never soar above my head,
And let my heart be free.
These heavy iron chains
Will bind my soul for all eternity.

Gambling with Your Heart

Gambling with Your Heart

Your eyes are teardrops
Suspended in a cloud of doubt.
Will you ever truly work this out?
I’ll lay my heart on the line,
Tear my hair out
And pretend I’m fine.
You exhaust me,
Pretentious dreamer.
Sound the bugle for me,
I’ve given up the fight once again.
Doesn’t it seem like you get all the worst luck?
I roll the dice and get snake eyes,
You cash out so fast, no surprise.
Baby are you willing to gamble
With your heart?
I put down 4 aces and it tears you apart.
Walk away,
Just quit while you’re behind.
Leave me alone with this heart of mine.
The chips are down
And you’re out.

Ripped and Torn

Ripped and Torn

I wrote you a poem the other day,
but I know it's not good enough.
It'll never be good enough for you.
So I'll rip it up,
and throw it away,
and hope it's never found.
It's easy to smile
and try to move on,
to pretend I can be totally confident.
But I guess we're not meant to be,
and this poem will never be seen.
Ripped and torn,
fragile and beckoning.
My heart lies in shattered pieces at the bottom of your lake.
It feels like I'm sinking
in a car full of rocks,
and I'll never, never make it to the surface again.
And as I watch my precious time tick away,
the torn pieces of your poem float by
reminding me that nothing stays the same.
Nothing stays the same.