I'm not really a hipster, but i can make your hips stir.
Not to seem down and *****
It's only four-thirty
But loving is good for you
Through all the things that come with it
Out of all the fruits you can consume
You would be the banana
Because i find you a peeling.

When you see the moon
Come and take me by my hand
Walk me on the moonlit beach
Then sit us on the sand

But your arms around me
And ask me what I see
I’ll say, the moon and its reflection
In the waves, upon the sea

You will tell me, I’m your moon
And so, forever will you be
My reflection in your heart
For what you mean to me

I will say, that’s why I love you
You make me glow all night
You will say, that’s why, you love me
I am, the reflection from your light
BOEMS BY JA 510

In a comma state of mind
I look but all I find
Is the nothingness you left behind

Nothing in my head
No meaning in what you said

Nothing in my heart
You tore that all apart

Nothing in my feelings
You just left me reeling

In a comma state of mind
I look but all I find
Is the nothingness you left behind

monday comes in with a beating
tuesday opens awfully sore
wednesday knows
it's thursday's tow
once more

friday shows up for the party
saturday sleeps in late
sunday feels it's best
to take itself to rest
for when

monday comes in with a beating
tuesday opens awfully sore
wednesday knows
it's thursday's tow
once more

friday shows up for the party
saturday sleeps in late
sunday feels it's best
to take itself to rest
for when

monday comes in with a beating
tuesday opens awfully sore
wednesday knows
it's thursday's tow
once more

friday shows up for the party
saturday sleeps in late
sunday feels it's best
to take itself to rest
for when

monday comes in with a beating...

People say "to live we have to experience things"
But the thing is, you were my experience and you turned into my life
What you felt, I felt
What you saw, I saw
Now your gone I should be feeling heartbreak; I feel nothing
When you left, you took my life with you
I'm still alive , but now I'm not living

Everything is wrong and i dont know how to fix it.
Monday rolls through my head like one of those memories
that you think could be a dream, but you aren't sure.
Its like this weird numbness, where i'll get flashes of happy
but the sad still dominates.

You're like the sun,

You light up my life,
But you also burn me.