Sing….to you.

Elaborate for me now, tell me a GOOD story. I like the details. I like to hear the crackles of paper balling up and the scratches of lead on paper. The laughter in the background, the empty faces of people who are unknowingly extras in your stories. Let’s dive in and exemplify the use of adjectives and similes.

I sing….to you.

I found a new place to call my home. A new place where I can run.
Where the laughter is not unknown. I can take these thoughts and ideas and build upon them.
Emptiness is no longer envied by the overflowing memories.
So close your eyes and forget all meaning. Lay your head back and just breathe this in.
This. Careful though, to much can take you away and just the right amount will make it seem as if you need a pinch.
A flower blooms and light glows in the furthest corners to shine on the darkness and drown it out to be repeated over again.

Now let me tell you I can’t find my mind,
right now. I’ve left it behind with reality.
Staying up until 5 am and then I hit the door.
Get dressed and realize its just a quarter to four.
Seems completely irresponsible but start to mumble.
I stand beside you and motion forward to sing to you.
Now the words don’t come out in chorus, nor in verse,
they come out a mess, a jumbled anticipation of the best.
I make the mistake of trying to explain the next sleight of hand.
When I should just let it spill out as my mind demands.

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Now I wake up and everything’s broken.
Strangers walking with smiles unspoken.
Flowers wilted, the sun is hiding,
behind my three darkest clouds.

I walked by your door and began to knock.
A hesitation for a moment, a glimpse of light.
Before I get to knock the knob begins to turn.
I’m thinking of last summer, your flowers blooming.

Our light is peeking, memories leaking.
Smiles creeping from the strangers,
as they pass by and see our loves upper-hand.
Guitar strums and lullabies,
make the worst of worst fade.

Your smile is the paint and my mind is the canvas,
let’s run away and they’ll never find us.
Change of message, toast to marriage,
release the doves and ride the carriage, our lives have changed.
This is the eternal sketch your artist drew,
and forever, without words, I…sing to you.