A Bloody FoolI know your still in school,
I know your just eighteen.
My hearts a bloody fool,
My eyes to bloody keen.
So pent up are my ramblings.
Im scarred itll all come out in a rush.
Like a squirrel on caffeine.
I think Im going nuts.
Ive heard hindsight is 20/20.
I know now that its true.
I also know that its not funny.
When a bridge is completely burnt though.
And you have your whole life ahead of you.
Who am I to take that away?
You probably dont know what you want to do.
I didnt anyway.
In writing this to you,
For the first time the words didnt come free.
I had to think about everything I do.
Not to scare you away from me
I have nothing left to write down.
Nothing left to say.
I think everything is out there.
I hope your reply is speedy
The CharelstonI feel so cheesy, Swiss to be exact.
So full of gaping holes, close knit and compact.
Each one of these empty compromising voids.
Leaving me looking full, when really Im devoid.
I realize I just met you but itll be alright.
But maybe you could just dance with me tonight.
Teach me the Charleston, show me how to move.
I know others like you and I dont want to loose.
So basically the point of this presentation,
Is to tell you about this sensation.
My body is tearing me apart.
Its all because of this beating heart.
I try to keep it in check but it always sounds though.
When the being interrupts my mouth I dont know what to do.
I look to the future, see all my bridges burnt.
And the last thing I want is to see someone get hurt.
So all I ask is one evening of your life.
Maybe go ice-skating and slide away the night.
Or we could watch a movie and make simple snacks.
Talk for a while and then drive you back.
Behind Eyes-Between EarsI dont know why I think better with a pen in hand.
Could be something to do with a certain gland,
In my brain chemically altering the sound,
Of everything going on all around.
But here are words from me.
Inner thoughts come clean.
From behind my eyes between my ears
My deepest darkest fears.
To be alone, without a love for me.
To walk this world in lonely misery.
My friends all pair of in to love they fall
Im the only one left, standing tall.
My second fear to loose one I care for.
It doesnt matter who, there are many I adore.
As friends, fathers, brothers, mothers.
Along with countless others.
To loose one would break this feeble muscle in my chest.
Clamp my heart shut, and make me rest.
For all time in the depths of the earth.
Ive told you mine, are yours worse?
Love and be LovedI feel like something went missing inside.
Do dont know what it is, I know Ive tried.
Something has gone wrong in my soul.
Like I was stabbed with PVC & it sucked out a hole.
I'm at the age when one feels the need to prove his worth.
Maybe go questing to the ends of the earth.
Like the young knights of old.
Gone in search of stories untold.
But my problem still sits like a weight on my chest.
I dont know what way is best.
To throw off the million pounds.
This weight of uncertainties and frowns.
How should I fill the hole that the PVC punched out?
Should I love to fill it, or should I pout?
And wait for something to present itself.
Someone to take me off the shelf.
Or should I stay there and be content with calm/
Breathe it in as a soothing balm.
Or should I RAGE and pound the glass.
To get someone to notice ma as they walk past.
But no one can hear as they walk by.
As I begin to cry.
Silently from the inside.
But still no one will realize.
Because I put u