music...my heartbeat

the days you just want to curl up in bed
there's a song for that
the times when you want to hit somebody unconscious for saying something completely ridiculous
there's a song for that
the nights when all you want to do is close your eyes and jump like a frog in a dark place
there's a song for that
the "i just won the lottery feeling"
there's a song for that
the i cant help but want to hold you feeling
there's a song for that
the times when all you want to be depressed and sad just because you think you should
there's a song for that
the times when you want to scream at him for breaking your heart
there's a song for that
the day when you look at the girl that used to be your friend and say "you bitch!"
there's a song for that
when you have that aha moment
there's a song for that
the times you get those butterflies in the pit of your stomach
there's a song for that
for every second of every day and for every feeling you feel
there's a song for that

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It Was Good For Me That I Was Afflicted

It must be disheartening to know I have had to heal from you that your betrayal is one of the reasons for the crisp clear obvious lines I now flaunt You must have suffered some disappointment by my loss of poor self-esteem because I had found the courage to become inconvenient for you You must have had some pondering days Because I was good to you and you knew I never deserved it But it was good for me that I was afflicted It was good that your big, bad, broad, petty back was turned when I truly needed you because I would still be hanging on to your coattails It was good for me that I was afflicted I had to fight my way through my own self-inflicted wounds to wind up in my healing alone I was overly confident about my position in your life I thought you were a day one even though you weren’t around since day one But had the feeling like a day one Maybe because I treated you like a day one and things that happen...

Bland

After the earthquake, I smile. I might fall a little or maybe a lot but I get up. I get up because I realize that there is nothing down there for me to do. Down was not home; it was uncomfortable. Poco a poco with a spoon for a shovel and faith so big, Mount Everest trembles, I crawl out. Residue lingers but making the best of the moment is what counts. That's all that matters. When dry runs and inconvenient pit falls run amok. The moment counts. All the moments count.

Walk signal

The blackened sky promises more than just rain. The promise of complete destruction knocks on a frail, weathered door. Open door Close door Open door Half way Door falling of the hinges, fresh paint covering the mildew. Strange hands gripping the handle, almost loosening the last rusting screw. The blackened sky promises more than just rain. Syncing with the troubled wind, secretly hoping for the rain. Still The unknown, blackened sky promises more than just rain. Trust the wind, trust the promise of rain. Trust. Blue skies painted black with false hope and broken hearts. Misguided, falling for the promise of rain. Was it wrong to hope, for a little bit of rain?

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