Syncopated Gravity

If home is where the heart is
If the sun wasn't a star
If 1,000 miles was just a brief walk
If pirates never sailed
If man never stepped on the moon
If answers were actually questions
If water was just diluted land
If salt were just fresh dirt
If love was a constant heart beat
If space was on earth
If
If
If
If the list could go on
If the myth would live on
If the filth ever was cleaned
Then by George
Martin would have never dreamed
No mother would have a song to sing
And no father could teach his son what is it to be
And the moon wouldn't be as gray as it seems
The day would no longer go by to fast
The night would forever last
Heart break would not exist
The irrelevance
Of the benevolent
The mind is all but delicate
Creativity has a resonance
The love for her
Prowls in every broken step
Time is the key
That can never be kept
Fate is the belief
Prior to a beginning
An unknown secret that
We find in our hearts to be inept.

199 Miles

For all of the trouble I give
There's enough mess ups to not win
You're sleeping and tossing from time to time
My insomnia gets worse from night to night
I really try to treat you right
I really try to learn how to love
Sometimes it seems like you're going to give up
Never once have I felt like your the one made for me
And never once have I felt an emotion stronger for you, there's not much empathy
Yet you grow on me like moss on a tree
Your starting to run like a vine throughout the days
Seems like the more that I cut the more that you grow
I never think to leave, cause where I go you go
Your a typical girl, but you don't tolerate my nonsense
We act like we're together
But yet again we're still kids
There's always a lot to say but with you its never said
I haven't seen you in 4 weeks and i'm learning to miss
What seemed I thought I never had
The times your upset you seem to understand
Your try to figure me out, but you just can't
And as simple as this seems to me, to you, you'll over think
You'll probably want to cuss me out, but not because your angry
I let off as wanting to be left alone
But you're always lingering nearby
I know your one hundred and ninety-nine miles away
But i'll still be here for you when you decide to cry
Its the little things that mean the most in the end
Its the little things that annoy me yet you carry on and I can't win
One hundred and ninety-nine miles
That's the distance i've left to your heart
I may never give you mine, your just to not sure of anything, so we'll probably end up apart
As a boy I would've left by now
But I'm becoming a man and that just seems to work some how
It works, we're making the oddest thing work
I may just have to walk those one hundred and ninety-nine miles
Walk them just for the gift of seeing you smile.

Her is a word...

A name
Simply a title
A label
Given to a newborn child
To shape who they may be

A name is just a word
A word can go far
Words go far

I
Me
First person
You get it

There's always so many words said
There's always the few words that have yet to be said
There are the times when spoken too
There are the time when one should but doesn't speak

A car ride
A night drive
Reflecting on life
A driver
A passenger (or two)

Conversation
Laughs
Screams
Silence

We
People
Humans

The older you are
The more your grow
You grow closer to
Your grow away from
To and from people

Some care
Some don't care
Some love
Some hate

Some are there for life
Some are there for just seasons

But we're all still just people
People is who we are
People is a word
But so is he and she

But when her name is said
A million thoughts travel in the head
So those words learned

Love
Hate
Laugh
Care
Silence
Passenger

All we as people ever seek for is simply a passenger

A passenger
A companion
A friend
Best friend

Root of such is friend

I

I is a word
I is me
I love her
I hate her
I laugh with her
I care for her
I know silence with her
I don't have her as my passenger

Does it hurt
Do i feel
Is it real

Her a word
Her name is a word
Her name was said

A million flights of stairs my mind went up
My mind traveled when her name was said

She's not my passenger
She's not the same girl
She's not what I asked for
She's not my passenger

Her name
Her name is a word
Her name is the word i wondered if I needed to learn

Girl
Another word
A girl with a name I wish I had never heard
She ended up being THAT girl

And my words
My words are just words

Words that don't matter to her
Words that paint her
Words that simply don't mean

Simply don't have any relevance to her
After all
They are just words.