Healing and easy listening

Something more or less than what I've become.
Anything more than I've become.
Something people walk around, talk about, but never really notice.

I step on the thin, green pieces that make up unnoticed beauty.
If I was one of those thin green pieces, impervious to every object surrounding them,
if I was a grain of dirt, or in the body of a tree, the leaf, me.

I sway and dance in the wind, my leaves fall and twirl. I stand there.
If I wasn't there, they would be gone.
They don't care that I'm the reason they have air.
They don't even have the time to spare.

Why have words when you can speak with beauty.
It's as if I was laying in bed with you, your skin, mind, and heart.
I tore it all apart.
This change in my life, is coming too fast.
Our love was too strong that we knew it couldn't last.

I wish I was something beautiful. Something that could live without pain, without love.
Something that contains importance.
Something as innocent as a dove.

I don't want to speak to show how I feel,
I want to sway in the air, I want to feel real.
To hear all your thoughts, to figure you out.
I know who you are, without a doubt.

Day after day I hear you pray, one more pain that wont go away.
The sky is black, clouds lay under the moon, as if someone took a pencil and speared them smooth.
It's quiet, everyone is asleep.
The light of the street lamp reflects onto my orange leaves.
You cover your arms with sleeves and sleeves.
You cover your skin, to show it is some sort of sin.
You come back into the yard, I know where you've been.

I watch and lay in this grass all day.
Something more or less than what I've become.
Anything more than I've become.
I wish I was a tree, I could stand there, not saying a word.
I could still be alive, but not feel one emotion.
My branches filled with dirty birds.
Something that grows and falls away.
I dream of this life, everyday.

I'm suppose to interfere

The echoes of our memories, of every time you walked forward, of every time you should of spoke.
If it meant more to you, but I'll wait.
For you.
The leaves drop, the music pumps.
You watch, I talk.

I wont let myself speak. It's as if I'm naked but cover up.
I think of ways, I think of words.
I finally speak, but the music is more powerful then my voice.



My makeup is smeared, my hair tangled and the coldness of this room seems to grow.
The light from the window shines in leaving shadows of objects.
Everything stands still, while time is speeding by. Nothing changes, emotions fade, tears dry and laughs still turn into cries. Nothing is unexpected, we're all afraid so we plan. We plan to have the comfort and satisfied taste of accomplishment.
I've felt so overwhelmed that I don't know what else to feel, or if I'm feeling anything at all.
The future scares me more then the past.
The present seems to lead me to nothing. To wake up another day of disappointment, faded hope within hours, a walk home in the rain, another minute of no sleep, another second of an illusion of love.
Repeat.
One more beat, lyric and scream.
We gather around, our bodies dripping of sweat as we dance our lives away.