How on God's green earth did a donkey marry a dragon?

She's going to throw a fit,
when she finds out that the birds aren't fed,
and she'll hold the sharpest knife,
to all the promises I gave.

Hold the phone,
and take a deep breath.

The birds they flew away,
as soon as the cold winter came,
the flowers they hid,
beneath the white snow lid.

They went your way,
are you OK?
Will you keep them fed?

Is it OK,
can you keep them safe?

Unlikely Bus Stop Blues

I've been trying to move out on my own,
ever since you left me so alone.
You laughed with a smile on your pretty face,
can't seem to find myself in the right place.

I've been trying to move on,
I've been trying to move on.

Sitting alone as the cars drove by,
the headlights are preying on my own mind.
Figures on the wall they remind me of you,
why the fuck am I so fucking blue,
without you.

My bed still smells of you.
Your hair,
you dress,
and pretty face.

Mountain thyme tea rolled up in seaweed playing the role of a joint (the tiger in the zoo is fine with the life there, he's really OK, Tiger-OK I guess(at the end I was quoting the tiger))

All this time,
reminded of the thyme tea I drank,
as I was talking to you.

And all those stories I've heard,
from liars and thieves,
about you, not being who you say you are.

Can't even drink my favorite beverage,
my mind being leveraged,
by the thoughts of another summer without you.

Another year,
another failure,
mind messed up from beer portrayed as a liquid savior,
yellow at first sight, just like your hair,
mental state gripping tight, as I gasp for fresh air.

Instead of studying,
I'm thinking about this,
talking to myself, getting madly pissed,
boiling blood, just like the hot water,
tea bags replaced by rolling papers as I stutter,
calling out for help,
in this lonely hell.

Mountain thyme tea,
you're so dearly missed,
could this really be,
cause of the girl I never kissed.

These crops won't grow here without WiFi, I need YouTube how to guides / worst harvest

Coming home in a town that I don't know,
wandering through the streets near my house.
Stumble on the concrete torn by the flowers growing up,
forshadowed by the street lights.
Wasting away my days,
thinking about these things,
and I'm lost.

You're gone, and I can't find,
the right words to say,
please stay.
Sit on the balcony, thinking so endlessly,
about the sun rise.
Every new day of the week,
same things that I see,
boring chores,
I do all the time,
here I am,
stranded and stuck.

Same story just a new year ( Watching Samurai Champloo for the twentieth time)

Even though almost a month has passed,
I still do the same old things,
I still go to the same places,
and I still think of the same faces.

I said I was going to change,
and that this would be a new chapter,
but ever year I feel the same way.

Tried running away,
but I realized I got no where to stay,
slowly walking back to where I came from.

All this time I thought I couldn't stand you,
or at least I acted like that,
but deep down,
I knew you were someone I'd always keep close,
deep down,
I knew.

I still go to malls in hopes of reliving that moment when we went to one together

In the middle of the night,
let me wake up,
think about you.

Get a call,
as you left from work,
let me hear your voice,
that calming noise.

Late at night, try to get the feeling right,
warm laughs hiding the neck bites,
turn on the lights, let me admire your face and your smile,
make this place feel like it's the only place where I need to be,
for a while.

Remember those three days we spent,
pleasantly sure there's no regret,
I can feel that.
Make sure you hold on to this memory, without the regrets,
but make sure you won't miss the time of the day,
where you have your phone in your hand,
cause pictures are all we have now.
Some how,
pictures are all we have now.

Late night, try to get the feeling right,
warm laughs hiding the neck bites,
turn on the lights, let me admire your face (and your beautiful smile),
make this place feel like the place where I need to be,
forever.

Why does every country song sound the same, yet it doesn't?

Part I

Does beauty come from the one who is considered beautiful?
or does it come from my eyes,
filtered pictures by my mind.

Who do I blame for my addiction,
your gorgeous face or my blurry sight,
the lonely mind,
and a broken heart.

Getting used to being sleep deprived,
for I've spent the nights smiling,
and although I regret not sleeping,
I could never regret staying up to talk to you.

Such terrible jokes,
and nerdy thoughts,
fractured phones,
that let us talk.

For the first time I don't have to worry,
for the first time,
where ever I go,
as long as I'm with you,
I can call that place my home.

Part II

Stacking boxes,
playing tetris in your room,
slowly preparing for the worst.

Getting ready for the next step,
learning to swim,
getting your life ready to set sail.

Buy a roll of tin foil so we can make birthday hats that can be used as pizza cone molds

Flirt with the concept of a better life,
search for happiness with all your might.
Fly away,
try to run away,
don't wait,
just try to stay safe.

Can't find peace in this place,
so fly far away at your own pace,
as I await the message of your departure,
I try to hide the tears.

Hope you're well rested,
you'll soon be tested,
by time, don't get outbested,
get your legacy well nested,
cause a long flight's ahead,
longer fights await,
hope the little wings of this birdy can stand,
don't let them get your will to bend.

Did I just get ultied by Faceless Void in real life?

I was 13 when I turned 20,
and after that I never changed.
7 years later I'm still the same age,
hoping that I'll start to grow old.

The only difference,
my posture got worse,
my sight got murky,
but my age still remained the same.

Didn't get any wiser,
i wanted to catch up,
but I only got caught up,
in the grips of your love,
making me think about life,
thinking about the seven twenty years I've lived.

Burn Hollywood Burn was OK at most, right?

Emotions that are slowly cooking like rice,
three hours are more than enough to think about life,
sweet or salty, I am sorry.

Enter our home,
talk as if we are strangers,
throw the curtains,
hide under the trees in the garden,
give the sun for shade.

This always happens,
and as long as this house stands,
I know it'll never end.

Seeing where you're coming from,
I try to change (the pictures on the walls),
I try to fix the furniture (the one you restored),
but that'll never matter when the foundation is shaky.

The house is moving,
along with my thoughts,
can we just agree to burn it all?

If we start again,
should we build something new,
should we try and forget what I put you through?

Or should I burn,
along with this house,
should I just stand still,
and be judged for what I've done.

I was ready,
I think I still am,
I just don't want you around,
in the way you used to be.
I'm ready to burn this all,
I'm ready to burn with it.

With a sight,
with little hope,
I know you'll be able to forget me.

Never remember me,
stop thinking of this,
let these words open the doors,
as I burn within.

Maybe it'll hurt,
or it could bring me a smile,
I just wish I could stay out of your life.

Fly away forever,
forget who I am,
what I stand for.
You built this house,
it's time for me to burn it down.

Throw away the pictures I have painted,
with my words they were created.
You put them up in our living room,
can't believe what I made.

Destroy everything I've ever touched,
erase me from history,
try to become happy,
that's all you'll ever need,
try to become happy,
since you weren't when you were with me.

The art of getting by, is not even art

One week left to live,
four months of which I'll never speak.

People come and enter,
but your make up will always stay on my shirts.
The truth won't matter as long as you smile,
history will repeat,
once more,
we will meet.

Now with space between us,
I had it all.
Now I act with such demeanor,
I had it all.

Soaking wet,
from the tears of the clouds,
yearning our goodbye.
Loved be those poor geese and ducks,
fighting the cold as we hide under our sheets.

No matter the space between us,
I still have you.

With hopes of seeing a rainbow,
fighting over unicorns,
nothing ever happens,
patience,
sleep half of the day,
it's called patience.
Looking so peaceful,
hearing my whisper,
yelling out of fear,
you got up.

Thought you never listened,
thought you never listened,
I thought.
Did you hear,
you're really all I need.

Now with space between us,
I had it all.
No matter the space between us,
I still have you.

One night I'll never forget,
one handed torture devices that make us laugh.
One handed laughing methods leave us bruised through the days,
yet love will spark,
it'll always spark.

As the geese come out of hiding,
we leave our comfort,
entering waters we thought we'd never swim,
drying our thoughts just so we can go back home.

Spent the broken days outspoken,
money sorted, farewell my old friend.
Enter a new chapter,
same spotlight, you became more.

Now with space between us,
I realize,
I love you more than I should.

Teen Titans isn't the onlything we have in common

Too stupid now,
to be scared with no way out.
Just frowned upon,
saved my face and yet I'm done.

Don't wanna die, wanna die now!
Wouldn't die for me but I'd die for you.
Don't wanna die, wanna die now!
Wouldn't die for me but I'd die for you.

No not this time,
I won't dig my own grave now.
Please stop me love,
to be in all of this mess.
So you can't just see,
for this odd bad broken dream,
just like fantasy.

Are we enemies,
with no energy,
sadly we've been oh so far away,
oh so far away.
Help me make me stay!

Don't wanna die, wanna die now.
Wouldn't die for me but I'd die for you.
Don't wanna die, wanna die now.
Wouldn't die for me but I'd die for you.

Bless in a dress (Or just a coincidence that happened at the right place at the right time, I honestly do not know anymore)

With your new red dress,
you walk with such class,
whenever I see you,
you just push me away.
With your new red dress,
you've made my life a mess.

We used to walk along all through the day,
now I can hardly see you,
just wanna say this to your face,
you empty me out.

Like your new red dress,
you're already stained,
easy to wash it,
yet it'll never change your face.

So a secure network is used for trading, no wonder why I'm only going downhill

It happened again,
I know you like to pretend,
should we dismiss and move on,
try to wash it down and fly off.
At times like this,
I miss home.

You left me again,
you only cause pain,
should I turn away and shrug it off,
or do you still want me to hold on.
For the last time,
I'll carry on.

You told me again,
you tow shared a bed,
should you try and hide it,
acts can't be defied and,
in times like this,
I don't know.

(What's wrong?)
It happened again...
(Can't you carry on?)
It happened again...
Again and again...
(Just stay strong)
Again and again...
(Don't give in)
Again and again...

You are more than my schizophrenia

Closed off,
with brighter days,
I waste myself,
with no bucks left.

Cold times,
colder waves,
i save myself,
yet nothing's saved.

Just washed away,
that's all I am,
nothing I ever said mattered,
to you,
and to me,
cause that's how we used to be,
one person,
yet two.
We were the same.
and still so different.

Cold times,
colder waves,
you run away,
yet stuck in the same place.

Just washed up,
that's all you are,
tired from,
your old guitar.
Just help me,
and I'll be pleased,
please make me feel,
like I'm at ease.
One person,
yet we're two.

Worn lies,
that hide your face,
just slow down your pace,
you're still in first place.

Is this real,
or am I high,
would you be,
oh so kind,
and be just mine.

Unhappy,
with no hope,
I save myself,
and nothing's saved.

Lost, broken and drunk,
lost, broken and drunk.

Should we listen to our bands?

When you’re suffering the most,
and when you’re lost again,
let me be your GPS,
like I once was.

When you want to cry,
and when you feel like you can’t go on,
we can go to the park,
and sing our favourite songs.

And once you get back on your feet,
feel free to forget me,
even though I’ll still be here,
for when this starts all over again.

Battlefield of love

Emotional fortress built with broken stones,
Battle ram rushing a chill down my bones. 
Forecast rain and mist, 
Cutting down my sight, 
Loud cries followed by their echoes,
On this battlefield of love.
Throwing spears and arrows, 
Shaped as yelled sentences,
Directed at my heart,
Even the quiet whispers are able to do their part.

As the gates came crushing, 
You just stood still. 
Saw what was inside,
Witnessed the terror within,
Giving up the fight,
Ending it with one touch. 
Our shields were thrown away,
Your ships were waiting at bay,
As tears fall on your face, 
I stand broken.

This short war, 
Lasted an eternity,
Although no casualties, 
We mourn as if it were millions. 
Love is gone, 
Yet death is missing.
It is over,
Yet we are both hurting. 
Saying we are happy during our breakdowns, 
I try to hide it, 
But I will always love you 

Characters slowly change

Hooked, I think is the word,
addicted, is what I am.
Your absence is slowly killing me,
I can't take it, not used to it,
never will be.
Your perfume, your smile, your kindness,
somethings never stay the same.
How I hoped,
and for the first time I even prayed.
You never came back.

Becoming a ghost

There's this song I always come back to,
It reminds me of the day I first met you.
No other words mean as much to me as the lyrics that were sang in the song,
it's a constant reminder of how we held on for so long.
You might've been just a ghost but you knew what flesh felt like,
you knew what a hug meant and how to treat someone in the cold night.
You were no stranger to love and comfort,
you were the definition of kindness,
you managed to treat me from my social blindness.
You allowed me to open up to you,
share my story and my pain.
From that point on I knew what you meant,
I knew what you wanted,
but I never provided.
Now I'm the ghost you once spoke of,
hiding behind the comfort of my keyboard,
playing the role of a person you once knew.

Emotional bus ride

One month,
it's been one month since I last saw you.
I remember the denim jacket and converse shoes,
your long wavy brown hair and stunning smile too.
With a voice that still echoes,
you told me everything was alright.
Oh how I wanted to believe it,
I wished for it to be true.
The result was not surprising,
it wasn't,
you lied.