On a scale of one-to-one we stranded in life Clothing, trash, souvenirs are overrated The popcorn's left, the credits are gone Personal dedication, yes, anything but still unsung I guess where I am I still guess where I am

Tideglass

There was a time
 when I mistook the pull of the tide
 for an invitation. You stood still,
 like a lighthouse with no light
 and I,
 a ship trying to read
 the silence in your stones. I poured myself
 into the shape of your absence,
 hoping you would notice
 the way I shimmered
 even as I disappeared. But some hands
 were never meant to hold.
 Some roots
 refuse the rain. So I step back now,
 not with rage,
 but like dusk—
 soft,
 certain,
 and no longer waiting
 for the sun to notice
 it has already set.

i'll see you in another life when...

I dont know if you know

We have fallen so in love

but we kept it to ourselves.

Do you

read me?

Wasnt it?

It was a lost battle.