Here's to the feeling,
that we all feel,
when words don't work,
and the struggle is real.

Cue something deep,
cue something bright.
Here's to the feeling,
that I want to write.

The feeling of failure,
stuck in your mind,
when the right words are lost,
nowhere to find.

So here's to the feeling,
that every poet knows.
Here's to the feeling,
that makes up this prose.

I wrote this for myself,
not for its appeal,

you can say what you want,
but so can I feel

Freedom of speech,
that is written in ink

you can say what you want
and I can think what I think

Yell your opinion,
try to change my mind

try, try
to make me as blind

It’s my decision,
right to decide,

You can say what you want,
but so can I

Write what you want,
sing your choice of song

you can believe that you're right,
but that doesn’t mean I’m wrong

For someone who is never really present,
I can always feel you here

For someone who doesn’t listen,
you always seem to hear

For someone who rarely talks,
you have an awful lot to say

For someone who never leaves,
you don’t ever really stay

Fly, light, like a dancer,
spin, stop and ask
but there is no answer

Jump, dip, scream your question,
welcome your sentence
of death at confession

∞
bad things.
good things.
what are those?
everyone is both,
so no one f*cking knows.

Save me if you must.
Love me if you dare.
Turn me into dust.
Leave me if you care.

I heard you die twice,
once when they bury you in the grave
and the second time is the last time
that somebody mentions your name

- Glorious, Macklemore Ft. Skylar Grey

"I need you", you said,
"Without you, I’d be dead."

I locked my eyes into yours with a gaze steady.
I said, "If you can’t live without me,
why aren’t you dead already?"