Fireflies

fleeting. like dreams. that's how it felt, all the moments in between.

like river stones. and petals on the wind. it's you and me.

like the last breathe before a star dies out in the night.

without warning. without thought. just exhale.

and i'm without it.

i can't speak. but play music. all the best that songs can speak.

a single means. the message meant to somehow show me.

melodic and painful. naked and honest.

raw and unbridled thought and sound.

my heart is embroidered in lace and liquor.

innocence was an ideal; a misleading state of mind.

and oh, how was i supposed to know

how was i supposed to handle this

when did i grow old enough to hold this note

oh, the novels that i wrote upon your arms.

the letters that i sent out to your heart.

it was like watching fireflies at night.