Corner in My Heart

There's a corner in my heart

Stifled for the years of my life

Striving to be delicate, striving to be sweet

Striving to be hopeless, striving to be meek

Melt the ice queen, illuminate my fears

Turn back my mind, wipe all these tears

Make a heart of gold, make the girl smile

Watch in pure bliss, stay for a little while

Dreaming of the fearless, tall and dark and brave

Wanting to be vulnerable, the time this heart has made

Fill in the missing corner, these corners of my heart

Mend my weaknesses, rise back what fate will start

The words strung in my head, peaking at 3 a.m.

Striving to be brave for me, for him and her learning

Driving down a broken road, breaking the inevitable falls

Igniting the oil in my soul, tearing down the Berlin walls

Finding a reason to be happy, to cry in front of you

All the things I never said, all these are truths

Writing down the miseries, counting down the hours

Till I break free from my shell, till I lend my voice

Create a nation of truehearts, symphony of noise

Go on and curve the corners of my heart

They weren't built that strong

But live on they will, in my own words

Firing my will

My will to stay the person

I thought I was meant to be

What I convinced myself I must

Stay to stay just me

To please the ones whose trust I sought

To gain with no return

these words I write to me, not you

So selfish I must remain

The thoughts inside my aching head

Build a new homestead

Haven for the troubled thoughts

The ones I sought to hide

Haven for the darkest words

In no one I could confide

So I'll open this corner of my heart

Perhaps just for a day

Let the river of passion run wild

Then write it to press replay

Temporary Sorrow

Squeeze the salt out my swollen eyes

Flashes of misery, what are the reasons?

That distorted my focus, my perspective

My selfish prerogative

The banks of my eyes are dry

Leaving remnants behind

Fragments of a temporary sorrow

Inscribing you in my mind

Strange, only this morning

Did I stare into your sleep-deprived eyes

And swallow the tears in my cappuccino

And wish it were the way it was before

The words you write fill the dam in my eyes,

Complete the empty space in my heart,

Flood the drought of sugar in my voice,

Free the unborn bird in my mind

Lyrics of the Younger

It's not over yet

I've but stroked the surface of reality

Knocking at my unborn door

Waiting on an answer

My arms are swimming

But my mind refuses

Life is too sweet to watch it pass by

Like a long summer afternoon

Where did my summer go?

It's fall, but I'm still living in a

Summer kind of haze

Dazed by the rush of blood to the head

A singer's recollection of yesterdays left unsaid

They read like lyrics and I think

Maybe I can write a song

A melody for the slightest productivity

Alleviate my stillness

Sitting in a pool of broken sand

It's hardly the second half

The second part of a secondary year

But I reach over sparks

And see the sun embrace my tears and

Wipe them on the clouds I dream on

Sailing through the miseries of

A universal truth

A kind of panacea

I wish it could exist

But I won't live in fantasies

And cradle my thoughts in maybes

Lather the rims of forgotten tries

And make amends those attempts to

Drive the connection into

Something I cannot comprehend

So I just ride the wind into a thousand paths

And take on whichever breeze pleases me

And the weights crushing my shoulders

Celebrate their pay day and I

Breathe and feign weariness when I know

I lack retention of

The words they manifest

In my favor, no less

Pick out the imperfections

Because that's how I'm wired to be

See the miniscule cracks in a lake

Mirroring my trains of desire

My maladies flow down my cheeks

Etching a sort of canyon

But I drown myself in lyrics of the younger

A youthful sort of sincere

Of happiness and remedies

And freedom for us all

Take back what I have lost

And be happy, I say

Smile.