Sylvermyst

I miss the friend I used to have, Who'd ask was I okay I miss the friend I used to have, Who would never lead me astray I miss the friend I use to have Who I could always trust And even if I didn't, Whose presence was enough I miss the friend I used to have Whose shoulder I could cry on I miss the friend I used to have: A friend I could rely on I miss the friend I used to have A friend who made me strong I miss the friend I used to have Oh where has that friend gone?

I will never look you in the eye. You see the world through different eyes- Eyes that look around, not forward and back: Eyes that look down- from the sky, the mountains, and the heavens. I'm afraid I'll drown, one day, In one of the springs of thought you've conjured. I can't swim like you can fly. I'd like to fly with you. But everyone knows the misfortune that would bring Struck down from the heavens because you were- you are- unstoppable. "You can trust me." Words I'd trust no one else to say. But can you trust me, to see you for the wonder you are, and not the myth I see you as?

Tell me: what's on your mind? What's the question you wish someone would ask? So you could just answer? Whatever it is- tell me. Have you made a mistake, and need to confess? Have you achieved the impossible, and want to share a proud story? This river of conversation Is not without options Steer Which way do you want it to go? It hurts, because I need to say it, and don't know how So tell me: What do you need to say?

I miss you But not as much as I miss the dream of you The vision beneath my eyelids. The man who speaks to my soul. Heals my heart. Ignites the fire in my mind And holds me, safe. I miss you. But what I miss the most isn't really you.

I'm homesick for a place, Where I have never been I'm trapped inside a life of following signs that I can't see. I miss the conversations That we never tried to have I'm tired of being homesick when home is where I'm at. I long for who I am back there In a place I never was I am not the woman in my thoughts, but nor am I anyone else. There's nostalgia for the moments That I have never lived I have memories of a future I dream will become real. I am homesick. I am lonely. I am lost within myself. I am so far buried I've broken off and can't find the shore to chase. I miss the world I don't live in The rhythms of each day I m

The people of this city Can name every danger beyond the walls Every slow-killing poison, every sharp-eyed predator The people of this city The people of this city Know the name of every neighbour Who owns the biggest house, who wears the nicest clothes The people of this city The people of this city Know all of the rules What to say, what to do The people of this city This is the city of perfection. Where no one ever fails, because no one ever tries. Where no one ever lies, because no one ever talks. Where no one ever forgets, because no one ever learns. Where no one ever dies. Because no one ever lives.

A lightning strike Is just the air that doesn't know itself. Moment by moment, piece by piece the scales are tipped. And then, the lightning says 'enough' Snap. Faster than speed an explosion that puts all right again. A lightning strike. It's just the air that doesn't know itself. If you can't take the lightning Don't tip the scales Lightning, knows balance, if nothing else.