Red roses die with out water.
Love always dies without laughter.
Puppets dance on controlled strings.
Birds fly further on extended wings.
Dropping feathers as angels pass.
Floating to earth with a terrible bang.

Thinking of births deaths and marriages.
And carriage clocks, that sit on the shelf in the living room.
The one where the trust, became gloomy.
Last ditch attempts to tango at nighttime,
whenever's the right time to drop bombs made of flour,
when is the right hour?
To paint everything white, make all things alright.
She has not a clue,
she should have told you.
Is there ever a right time?
Bring on the night time.
Soon sleeping and weeping,
repairing regret.
(c) Livvi

I met you at first you where kinda rude and seemed pretty shroud, but then I got talking and nerves overflowed I never really told you, but you made me blush, I think a lot that's why I rushed. I needed to get away because you had me all messed I tried to give you the wrong number but felt to bad. We then got talking and as we said goodbye you planted one on me and I felt all warm and fuzzy inside, that night you had me staring at your picture wondering where you've been, all this time when I was all alone you were right around the corner why didn't meet you sooner when I wasn't such a mess why couldn't you be there when ever I hurt my head. But I'm glad I have you now and I thank God we met.

Because he dove feet-first in a dustdevil
The ground beneath him began to give way
Those bigger whirlwinds made their presence known
As names in plastic bags and things cast off, away
Slipped out and through his palms, his own
Voice escaped his teeth, said it would hurt coming down.

She envied the bird who struggled in the wind
And turned herself into a whisp of smoke,
That spun vortical inside his lungs
Somehow, he felt overwhelmed and her
Breath shaped the clay soul they shared;
Something to be hurt, something to be spared.

Not to break apart, they took up their arms
And their peace, and their dream of circles
Over nothing felt complete, so they
Could ask if they would dance or whenever
They would fall but this moment was helpless
To answer, if there was one at all.

and lately i've been
excited to sleep
close me eyes
ready to dream,
for it is the only place
i can still be with you

We've carved tunnels through our hearts
   That led from lie to lie
  We've seen many forms of love,
But never eye to eye.**
      
     I lay hope with each breath
That you'll remain mine
         *My Shelter, my Renmar,
My Partner in Crime

10 months
43 and a half weeks
305 days
7,320 hours
439,200 minutes
26,352,000 seconds

I've been sleeping in your shirts for 10 months
I've spent 43 and a half weeks missing your touch
I've visited your grave 305 days straight
I've played your last voicemail 7,320 times
I've survived 439,200 minutes without you
And I can remember all 26,352,000 seconds since you left

The fields were
Drenched in the
Silent static
That shimmered hesitantly
From a brew of clouds
Huddled up high.