how do i say sorry

so it's one of those times again
where i can't see where i'm going
i can look into your eyes
or through your heart
but i can't feel your hand in mine

i'm lost, i know i am
i just don't know how to turn around
this path is faded now
how do i begin again?
how do i say 'sorry' for this?

i want so much to be
where i once was before
i want so much to feel the way i did
i want so much to be useful
as a servant, like i should
i feel useless now.

where are you?
where am i?
i want to be home again.hoz

missing out on life

oh, my God, this hurts like hell
is this the hunger or that
pervading loneliness,
is that what i feel
i lie in bed
i hug the image of you
close to my chest
i try to keep
the tears from falling down
but its no use because
it's not you that i feel

i'm missing out on life
because i'm living
when you're beside me
and i'll miss out on death
if you're not in my arms
when you take that final breath

i promised you that i would never
never ever leave your side
but did that mean that we
could never be apart?
i promised you that i would
not give up on what we have
how many times have i told you that
but where are you now?

i'm missing out on life
because i'm living
when you're beside me
and i'll miss out on death
if you're not in my arms
when you take that final breath

i'm missing out on life
because i'm living
when you're beside me
and i'll miss out on death
if you're not in my arms
when you take that final breath

i need you home and you do too
i need you here with me
but isn't there a solution
where the both of us end up happy?

i'm missing out on life
because i'm living
when you're beside me
and i'll miss out on death
if you're not in my arms
when you take that final breath

victory bells

i know a girl and when she smiles
i can hear music playing
a heartfelt little
melody of joy

the last thing that i said to her
was would she please come back
to this kind, yet
brokenhearted boy.

so come back, come back
i'm right here waiting for you
come back, come back
i'm right here dying for you
to come back, come back to me.

now i smile when i see her
in the hopes that i can hear it
whenever she just might
return my gaze

but everybody knows that
once something beautiful has died
never again will it see
the light of day.

victory bells will be ringing when
i hear that song again.
wedding bells will be singing when
beside you i will stand.

so come back, come back
i'm right here waiting for you
come back, come back
i'm right here dying for you
to come back, come back to me.

he must become greater
i must become less
he must become greater
i must become less

really bad

christmas is coming up soon
your birthday is coming too.
before they both arrive, however
thanksgiving will have to do.

i plan to see you next monday
but know that i guess you don't.
this poem sucks so i will stop
and start again with another poem that doesn't suck.

alright

i've had this song in my head since early this morning
or was it late last night? i can't recall.
i just know that it's been pressing my heart
to say not what's on my mind, but to say it all.

i always thought i knew you so ever so well
and i could make my decisions with you in mind.
i never really knew what love meant until
i saw it exhibited, until what you gave was mine.

but know this, nina, i'll never stray from your side.
you need someone to hold, i'll be there tonight
just listen to my voice and block out the rest
and i swear we'll end up alright.

you've had troubles, and you're not perfect
and we've upset each other quite a bit
there's times when I think you lie to me,
when we could both be called 'hypocrite'.

i've made my mistakes, actually more than my share.
and i've hurt you so much i can't understand
why you come back and give me that disguised gift
when i know i'm not yet your man.

so know this, nina, as long as i live and i breathe
if you need someone to hold i'll be at your side.
just give me a call and i'll be there to tell you
that i swear we'll end up alright.

stolen

ohmygodthishurtslikehell
aheartsobigitateitself

college life

i was surfing the web with aplomb
but it didn't shelter me from
things i hadn't
necessarily wanted to see.

pictures and letters and worse
show your recovery period was terse
and single now it seems
you're ready to be.

alcohol and asian glow
are well documented, you know
when there's an amateur photographer
at every f--king party.

admonishment straight from the gun
although it seemed i was the only one
that had recieved from you
that luxurious privy.

i don't know what happened to you
i just know that it's not what i'd do
if i had the choice, the
decision of what you would see.

things you don't want me to know
are well documented, you know
when there's someone absorbing secrets
at every fucking party.