quarta-feira, 18 de fevereiro de 2015

13

Perhaps thirteen minutes
Is all it took
For me to grasp
That I was always
1 percent
Away from being
All I could

And to you, 99% was not good enough
And in thirteen minutes
You shot that down again
From 99 to 1
And from 1 to 0

It's unfortunate to think that 
I could've listened more
Talked less
Understood more
Judged less
Believe me I tried
But I guess trying only equates to 99%
Never 100

Thirteen minutes
Thirteen hours
Days
Weeks
Months

It was an endless struggle 
To climb my way up
To the same level I set you in
But I guess I was always thirteen floors down

It kills me...
Knowing you are on the other side of a screen
Counting down from thirteen
I guess you were never too keen
On accepting that
It's best to have someone always
In a struggle
To be a perfect one-hundred for you
Than someone who never felt the urge
To climb from 99...



sábado, 14 de fevereiro de 2015

Silence.

Ive done everything
Ive pushed so many things off a cliff
For one person.
And I knew it was going to backfire
That appreciation isnt something
Constant.
I did too much
And now I have nothing
I am forced to sit and watch as
I am trampled over
And spat on
And then I have the audacity
To get back up
And continue playing that fool
That walks through fire
And swims through ice
For what?
For this
For a blank face
For silence
For nothing.

sábado, 7 de fevereiro de 2015

Break

Being gumball sticky
Wasnt the way to go
As paced and paced
To and fro

Its something other than hoping
That she'll believe in a chace
I hope that song isnt slowing
In the midst of the dance

Yet its not up to me
But if I could have her know
That this love is persistent
This love wont let go...