Our future is in the clouds

Next year we Are all going to leave.
We all know its true.

I hear the words in the halls about applying for this and that college.

You're going to be sterling scholar.
Our high school youth will die with our small hands.

We are all going to leave and the only thing left of us will be whispers.

She has places to go and you have people you want to be.

I am sitting beneath a big tree staring into the sky wondering where I will go when I leave.

I am frightened, even terrified.

but We are all still going to leave.
and I'm going to miss it.
 

 

Decisions have to be made now and applications have to be sent asap.

Paris will only be a memory.

I'm begging it to stay, but the clock keeps ticking.

Time keeps disappearing.

We will soon be gone.

 

 

 

Now, High school Heartbreaks aren't as important as your future.

And if you don't know what you want to be, You're damned.

 

I am standing in the middle of a highway full of decisions.

Headlights blind my mind.

Everyone else knows where they are going, but I am in the middle still not sure which way to turn.

We all pretend the future isn't so close.

But it is right under our noses.

 

Keep your heart close.

 

 It is too late to die young.

 

 

 

 

I know why

It's been raining since five in the morning and baby I think I know why.

I think I know why the sun rises in the morning and why the moon only shows at night.

And I think I know why the rain makes me feel infinite.

I want to write it all on the back of a postcard and address it to you because

This world has kept me waiting for far too long, but baby I think I know why.

I have been pacing the kitchen floors and the bath water is over flowing but I think I know why.

I think I know why I still miss you and why we never kissed

And I think I know why words are so powerful and why we love Paris.

And If you want to know why too, take a look outside on a half rainy day.

because I think I know why we can no longer let the world control our thoughts.

At least Not on rain filled days like these.

I don't want to stay a ghost in the rain,

So every time the sky starts to cry, that's when I will know why.

We will all know why.

I believed in love at second sight

This is not a love story.

until I met you, I believed that love was real.

That two halves could make a whole.

my mind was a closed toothpaste factory,

But You turned it into something beautifully unspoken.

You showed me how to think, how to live, how to...love

We destroyed the world with our hand gun,

and our unknown milky disorders combined into one unstoppable love.

Some lovers kiss under the stars

but we explored them.

every touch was a brand new constellation

and we hung onto every star like chandeliers.

we swung across the universe with our hands grasped tightly,

Together we made a galaxy of our own

I started to believe it was love at second sight.

Most people hide their pain in their beauty

but we hid our beauty in our pain

Until I met you, my heart was oblivious to fear.

You showed me what a heartbreak was.

now I cry every time that song plays in my car, especially on rainy Tuesdays

That song that would take us into another dimension full of words without pain.

when that song played, We never thought about tomorrow because our words were the only tomorrow we cared about.

I can't watch the phantom of the opera without turning into a waterfall.

rushing downward, heavily into the past,

and you're the only one who could see through the rushing waters.

Our history isn't as beautiful as I thought it was

and your mystery was the only thing that got to me.

Until I met you, I thought love would save me

but You showed me what a heart ache was.

you never told me your middle name

but I soon figured out it was betrayal

and all I wrote were endings and I drafted the love stories.

My heart sunk a little deeper in my chest

and My teeth sunk a little deeper into a bittersweet end.

You were trying to fix my brokeness, but your eye lids were always closed.

I tried calling you last week,

but you changed your number

so thank you, for showing me that love isn't real

But I still have hope that one day, it will be.

The Underground Vacancy

The soles of our feet have rubbed holes in our socks from running together through the moonlit streets.

we always have runs in our tights and scabs on our knees.

And we decided a long time ago that the 1900's will always be better than the 2000's.

You're wrong if you don't think we all belong on the streets of Paris as artists of our own world.

Our souls all bound together by our red stained cheeks and blood stained hearts.

And even though we all own cars, we take the train anyways.

We hang onto every last word like we will never taste death another day in our lives.

and every night as we lay under the night sky,

we kiss the edge of the galaxy.

screaming to the universe

Letting every star know our name.

Then when they day is through, we all watch the same sunrise,

we know we are all together united as one.

Our own secret society.

Screw the president because

We are the underground vacancy.