music isn't happy
music isn't sad
music tells a story
a story that drives us mad.

I hate time
I hate that it moves fast and that it moves slow
I hate that it always keeps moving
And that there is never enough
I hate that it is unstoppable
And that we can never go back

he is
silent
in
his
grief

and you
are
more like
the
sounds
between
his
words

hey love,
you're a hero you know,
always staying strong and low,
always caring for everyone, even those
girls who secretly talk about you under your nose,
always listening to complaints,
always being as sweet as church saints,
always being kind,
always listening to what's on someone's mind,
yet no one gives a **** about what's on yours,
people always claim that they care,
but when you need them the most,
it's funny how they dissappear like air.

i know you feel alone,
but don't worry,
i have an extra shoulder to loan,
i know you feel useless
but trust me,
you're not,
i see you,
now it's my cue
to be there for you.