If no one ever sees this my words wont dissipate, nor will they disperse. They will remain the unguided thoughts of a 20 year old boy whos flauntless words will remain in exile of anothers eyes. They will remain for the sole purpose to feed the authors ambitions of a greater future from which a gloomy past has held.

Every word I say is nothing more than fairytale cleverly disguised.

Hopes of finding the phone are crushed by the fact

that its to late to call the past to bring me home.

I keep playing it over in my mind

but to see it again, id rather go blind

I know your happy know

long ago you couldn’t have seen how

If my heart wasn’t beating next to yours then it wasn’t home

But i hope your happy now cause thats all that really matters

On day along the way I hope I can see your face and my heart wont shatter

I know what you want and I know what it means

just stick what i felt for you in the pocket of your jeans