word

I've been calling out your name
but it seems I say it wrong
and you can't hear me
I've been burning candles in the rain
it's impossible to see

been looking for a place
to hide this lonely pain
they say we are nobody
say we are no thing

I want to deserve what is mine
I want to live in every pretty
word you say
I want you to know
I've wrote a song inside my soul
only you can sing

been writing letters to the universe
forgetting how high
I'll come crashing down
I've bruised my lips from reality
my hands are dirty from this hurt
and I keep calling out your name
but you never hear a word

March 23 2016

Bobby's Blue

the night is blue and jealous, reading your thoughts
as you feed the hungry fire pit and stain the sky with ash
the stars long to fall someplace where they will never disappear
but you
have been busy carving our names like someone will read and know who we were 
but lightning will surely burn this cave of a tree with purple  flash of passion
you want to sleep in a new town, in a new bed and wash away your sadness that's left everything in a pall of gray
you want to know what it feels like to be loved without angry selfish hands 
you'd like to see more than just a reflection in a glass that reflects what it thinks you want to see
and you'd like to drink because you're happy
not lonely  from spending too many nights in moonlight
losing the day,  afraid of sunlight
you don't want to close your eyes you say because the world is a book and somewhere you are on a page
with directions how to be the boy you are with sunsets 
in your eyes and skyscrapers at your back
and a willingness to never be forgotten