Smoking gun, Broken Heart.

Promises broke, As i choke on this last sip of wine. Could of been in a different place at a different time, Could of been, but then that wasn't the plan. Write words on paper, But who would they find? Promised not to get air locked, But that was a promise i'd break. The gin goes down too quick. And sadly no one quite understands that pain. I miss you, The issue of chasing fools golds one too many times. The trust is gone and the it gets harder over time to fix a broken mind, So if you don't mind I got to go, Walk slow my mind follows. Sneaky finger tips, Devil like tongue, Sadly I never learnt not too stand to close to a smoking gun.

Were you on the drink last night?

I can't make you love me, I can't make you care. I can't make you see, When I'm not there. I can't sing your favourite song, I don't know the words, But if you'd listen, I'd sing along with the birds. That's too early. This is too weird. But text me back, cause I will still be here!

Are We there yet?

The silence, Before the violence, Before the random acts of kindness. A different pace of life, A different taste in my mouth. A different song, And no more tears in your eyes.

Crushed by the darken soul

Crushed by living, the burden of the soul. A addiction to the pain of the burn, and the need to keep it close. Holding a toast to those who left you when you where lost. It's simple things that can't be bought or forced. So the empty glass won't hide the truth. Holding on too things which in the end will own you. The past the current and future too, but then what good can you do! So do you accept the black, or make a move? With so much doubt and so much to prove, but yet you're scared even though really is there much nothing to lose.