Alec
Sweet thing of mine,
you are
my flesh and blood.
And that
will never change.
You
will always
protect me, and
know me better
than anything.
as I know you.
The hidden musings of me
Sweet thing of mine,
you are
my flesh and blood.
And that
will never change.
You
will always
protect me, and
know me better
than anything.
as I know you.
certain things
bring up the memories
of times
that we didn't really know were times at all.
Like september.
The pen can embody
so much more feeling than
the simple uniform
of organized font.
While there is a forest of
sanctuary
in the wake of wild ink,
there is nowhere to hide
behind rigid pixels.
Our problems never go away
they only sort of fade.
pushed away and out of sight,
there they stay, forgave.
we really have to realize
the things we do must change
and go about them differently
a thing that we find strange.
'Cause all the times that I remember,
changing's not a thing we do
we're stubborn and impractical
at least that much is true.
I raise my voice,
you hide away,
Or silently contend
and what you're thinking,
I don't know,
I have to just pretend.
We compromise,
we come to ends,
but what good will it do?
You'll just forget,
and so will I
about ever leaving you.