White Memorial

Love Lyrics To A Finite Song

I miss you

But I have to study for midterms

I can't wait for this summer

You love my “burns”

Now I believe that you are true

I want to be with you

I'm in my messy room

It's my lazy Saturday

I need the warm for the fresh fruits to bloom

It feels like a dream that I'm with you

I want to be physically with you

We might not be seeing each other much

You want to party

Your hand, for you, I will touch

I want to hug you

More than cute wound never describe you

Now I am comfortable with you on my mind

We are very similar

I'm letting myself slowly go blind

I'm falling for you

I'm surprised I went back for you

I can smell you on my sweatshirt

You drive me crazy

In our pasts we've both have been hurt

Why am I still writing about you?

My head still decides to never stop thinking about you

Love lyrics to a finite song

Someday all of this might haunt me

I hope this lasts long

Me and you

Myself

The reason I may look like a party pooper or down

Is because when I used to walk up to people and tell them my name they would give me a frown

They wouldn't say anything so I would walk away

Then I would see them sneaking peaks at me and laughing, but someday...

I would go sit away from them on the concrete wall

Or I would get a basketball

And shoot hoops all by myself

I put my high hopes on a shelf

Sometimes when I would make a hoop someone would run up to me

And kick the ball away, then laugh at my plea

For peace

I was the one who tried hard with elbow grease

But now I just go sit there anyway

To save myself from all the pain

That's why I don't go up to people and tell them my name

I just always ended up ashamed

Ashamed to be me

Whatever I did they laughed at

Someday hopefully they will realize that

They were all the bitches

That should die in ditches

Sorry I just wish I could make them pay

And that still happens to me today

Even in high school

People think making fun of me is “cool”

Why are they so cruel?

I hate going there

Because most people don't care

And they say that there are only raggies in this town

I bet you don’t know that word, go look it up, the word raggie might be a noun

But I actually try and work hard

Even though I get scarred

Every time someone says that

It makes us all sound worse than rats

Whoever says that isn't even trying

They just like to see people crying

I'm shy

Because I don’t want cry

I'm done trying

I’m The Biggest Idiot

I'm that person who is the example not to follow

The laughable example

I'm the accidental class clown

I'm the person with the homework

That no one copies because I'm full of wrong answers

I'm the one that keeps doctors puzzled without trying

I'm the one who dares to touch the sky

Only to fall all the way back down

I hit the ground

And still live

Why?

I'm the one that can’t tell if that’s good luck or bad

I'm the one who doesn’t study

And then gets confused about the F

I'm the one bus drivers honk at

I'm the one people swear at

I'm the one that is openly clueless

I'm the one with backwards underwear

I'm the one who doesn’t know how to properly sit

In other words, I’m the biggest idiot

This Place Is Whole

This place is whole

There are no sink holes to worry about

There’s a whole lot of good

And a whole lot of bad

A whole lot of heartache

And a whole lot of love to heal in

I'm whole in my imperfectness

And I'm whole in all of my mistakes

I will try to always be my whole self

There’s a whole lot of Eddie

And if he ever has a football, I will always be ready,

With a whole lot of this

And a whole lot of that

A whole place

To just be

To just exist

And be okay with just that

I Can't

I can't

Stupid head

I should be thankful

While writing this others feel as if they were lying in their death bed I can't

What is wrong with me

I'm so messed up

I wish someone could get me but their middle name is absentee I can't

I should be lucky I have an umbrella for the rain

But I'm too befouled

Others are in pain I can't

It feels like I'm cheating

You can find rhyming words on the Internet

A "good enough mother" is what I'm needing I can't

I used to despise being called honey

I'm going to be thinking about both of you for eternity

You are mine if I pay you money I can't

I can't stand it

The same thing every time

I can't throw a fit I can't

I can't write

Who can help?

For once I'm ready to fight I can't

In my life I'm confused

This little pointless poem

My heart severely bruised I can't

My life I find perplexing

I am vinegar to myself

My feelings I keep deflecting

What Sweet Luck

Hair like black lace

A beautiful kind of tangled

I'm happy that I was once her case

Sophisticated

Yet humble

I'm intoxicated

On you

You hate chunky orange juice

I hate being away from you

So for now, you are my muse

You are becoming abstract thought

I find this interesting

My eyes searching but not

Getting caught

I'm high

On you and your missing presence

And yet you feel nearby

I'm reaching

For her extra crazy hope

That she’s superb at teaching

With her bad analogies

Her and her flawed

Perfectness

She was just the right kind of odd,

I'm like a spider with a web and she’s like a bug that’s stuck

She has no idea that she has been caught in my poetry

What sweet luck,

Because I miss you so

Sensitive Thread Sewed Seams

I can't spit it out

Or spill the beans

I'm broken at the seams Love hurts

The seams are the most sensitive part

Of my three sizes too big heart I trust but not all the way

I have a suspicious, skeptical type trust

My life has been full of cold gusts It's only been about him

I don't really care

At you I'll just stare... I'm the master at reading people

I stare at you for comfort

This time the mission I did not and shall not abort I found love

I'm terrified

I'm sorry, I need to leave because I lied Soon I'll be back to having no one

I didn't mean too

I mostly trust you It seems as if you have made me forget how to write

Uncomfortable

But all the while comfortable You are my Mrs. Murphy

We too shall part

I don't want you to keep my heart Oh Mrs. Murphy this is going to hurt

But I want you to have it because you seem gentle

You might find out that I am mental The fictional, Alexandrine has a few poems

She wants to share

But when Alexandrine is in the moment she just can't dare My head is heavy

Weighted down with thoughts

A poem and a stomach filled with knots Depressed and miserable

It feels like I'm going to be sick

The music is stuck in me no matter how hard you use your guitar pick I've got a knotted stomach

I'm tongue tied

I'm sorry that my thread sewed seams just died

Two Types of Fallen

Have I fallen out of love?

I hope not

Love is what I for so long have sought

Have we gotten out of the honey moon part of a relationship?

Maybe I should have stayed in doors with penny, used napkin and chip Or is it my depression and you trying to get over Alex?

I'm not giving up on our love yet

Will Wednesday solve our problems, when we have set?

What you don't know and might not understand is that it is normal for me to disappear

I will always come back, never fear Hopefully you'll be there

My heart beats like a drum

Sometimes I go numb

I wish that you could understand more

I don't complain to you because I don't want to be a bore When I become numb

Your love will be the first thing I'll feel

For now I must deal

I refuse to let you go

I love you, I want you to know No I'm not just saying that

Let's not forget that us and our double dates are a band

Let's not forget what it feels like to be poor but own all of earth's land

With my music

I won't totally lose it.  

Big Loud People

Big loud people

Who can’t go a second without talking

Crowding my introverted type of brain

I'm a small person

Who needs to recharge from hectic chaos

Then they yelled out that they were leaving

And a sigh of relief went out the door as they left

They backed out of the driveway as if the house was blowing its nose

And the house breathed in a silence

A comforting silence

A refreshing spring breeze

That blew the curtains and the weight off my chest

After a while the silent stillness

Brought in the ghosts

That were guided in by the light white curtains shimmying around

Lonesome

The word “I” is pretty lonesome

The word lonesome is not as lonely as I

I am lonely with myself

I lost myself again, I see…

I might have just have been lost at sea

Where will I find me?

Do you ever think about me?

Did you erase me from your memory because it was too painful?

I still miss what you threw away

I took the trash out Tuesday night

And I missed you Wednesday morning

I found a song that reeks of you

I almost went to the dump to look

All I found was a clean brook

I don’t think I knew you, before you turned into a sad crook

In that brook, I tried to baptized myself in the cleanliness and got a little lost

And sometimes I have a hard time putting on my holey socks

And sometimes I forget about the locks

I is lonesome

I need guidance; I can’t learn from trash

I'm better off lonesome