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I have worlds in my head And adventures fill my heart I want to tell of these stories To tell these secrets But one can feel extraordinary things In the most lonely of ways And one can find thousands of tales In the quietest of places This does not mean They have the words to say it This does not mean They feel as though they can speak I have worlds in my head And thousands of tales But broken people have broken voices And when I speak it falls into pieces

I feel the cool winds of change Running up my spine And I cannot yet tell If I'm in dire need of this breeze Or about to freeze in the cold

I am overjoyed by simple apples That grow from seeds Flown thousands of miles To make it to my hands I find hope in all the little Cracks in the sidewalks Where tiny flowers push through And let color overtake concrete I feel a warm sense of happiness That fills all of me From hand written letters Simply decorated and sweet Everywhere I look There is so much beauty Hidden under these simple things That we walk past everyday Yet I look at myself And there is nothing I cannot bear To find happiness in this tragedy

I know God has left the building He said sorry on his way out Looking just as sad as we did When we too gave up on us I tried to write an apology But the words were all so ugly Just jagged lines and empty things Tiny reflections of ourselves You know I love your smile Though it makes me miss and hate my own Since I know that I could have it But all your tears would return I’m about as good of a writer As I am at speaking out loud No muse to give me the right words But there was never much inspiration here

I wish that I could do it again But the shoes don't fit anymore Now I stand bare feet all bloody On broken dreams I can no longer have

I'm trying to mourn for summer But I'm falling in love With fall Though winter is now blowing Cold winds down my spine A gentle reminder Her distant love Shall come soon

You always apologize For not properly picking up All the broken pieces When they fall on the floor Yet I know the truth It is me who should be sorry Because while you are apologizing For not being good with words I'm just sitting there Silently watching you fumble Not even staring At the pieces on the floor

The truth is they took the shackles off years ago I just put them back on and sat back down hiding from the world felt less painful than walking into it

how do you cure a heart that aches for what it does not know but breaks because it knows it's missing?

I wonder what it feels like To really be loved Since all I've found in another Is loneliness and lies Because I've felt gentle touches That only bring pain Heard soft spoken words Fall heavy to the ground Had arms wrap around Only when convenient Left warm sheets behind For lonely drives home No need for last names here No need for fake tenderness Just gather your clothes And head for the door