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Haley, pt. 7
You are life to me
But now I’m kissing the back of my own hand
You were air to me
Now I’m breathless
You were love to me
And I’m lost
Lost without you
Crying out in darkness to nobody that can hear
Alone
Again
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Haley, pt. 6
I sat on the edge looking out at the twilight
And thought I heard you call my name
Turning my head with excitation I became disappointed
It was only the wind whispering
Should I hold my head with hope?
Or drown my eyes with sorrow?
So unsure of what will come tomorrow
But now you’re gone
In another’s arms
I’m here alone
Thinking of what could have been
What passed and what could be
Maybe you were right
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“Brown eyes are just brown eyes, until you love someone with brown eyes.”
— Everything about you is just perfect // N.A.A 12:08am
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James Real Studio-Office (1958) in Los Angeles, CA, USA, by Arthur Lavagnino. Photo by Julius Shulman.
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Haley, pt. 5
You make me quiver with your unsure words
That I may not feel that way ever again
The spark, flavor, push and pull of our souls like the moon and tides
The way you challenge me, the way we live for eachother
I may not feel it again
Standing now on an edge of uncertainty my foot slips and I fall
Into the unknown chasm
Your fingers could pull me up but you’re far away
If only you had stayed
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Haley, pt. 4
Maybe this was supposed to happen
Maybe I was meant to feel this room and find this place
Maybe it was so I could finally see how it fits together
The ebb and flow of our hearts
A puzzle with the pieces broken
Don’t walk away
Reach out your hands
I’m only a step away
Whispering through naked bone
Echoing through the thorned valley of my soul
Don’t walk away
Reach
I’m here
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Haley, pt. 3
How did I get so far to lose what keeps me alive?
My own flesh and blood is cold and aloof
I’m wandering like a child, unfamiliar
Lost in a frantic new world
How far away?
Can you feel each beat of my heart?
I wish I could tear my own flesh to expose them
How long will you travel?
Do you know when you’ll be home?
Growing old
Withering away
Always I will wait for the return of our heart.
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Haley, pt. 2
Can a scarred heart heal after making amends?
My heart was blind before you
And lost without you
Surfing a tide on a dead beach
I found you laying there alone among tbe driftwood nearly drowning
Carrying you home through sheets of rain
When I fell you carried me too
Along a path of branches and troubled sunlight
To a place that we can never go back to again
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Haley, pt. 1
Blank as a sheet and pale like one too
Breathing confusion in my lungs
Coughing out the excess of your love
A sullen smile and another excuse
Can you see it inside me? The bitter ashes and the remants of you?
To breath you in again is all I wish
Find a place to call home
Empty stares with hollow eyes
No way to reclaim my memories