auctor

What are my words worth?  A romantic afterlife?  My poised poetry, immortal A weapon I yield when my hands are tied Broken bridges can't be forgiven  A silver myth it is to find Too many syllables lost in translation A deafening puzzle of a mind I fade so deep into the dissonance And pray for dark lavender skies  I watch the blood orange sun drown in the horizon Call on my Midas touch one last time  I never knew one could be so lovelorn So I mourn endlessly for a life I never had Here's a censored scripture of what I will never know The violet hour and her sister of heart broken ballads.  -auctor

 I've never been more disappointed I could see that look in your eyes I was a stranger to you in this town Praying my tears would dry That perplexity in your face Is no further from mine Now I'm raging at myself To think it would be worth the climb There's nothing left for me to do There's nothing left for me to say I was down for a series of inside jokes Not a goodbye with good grace I'm too scared to scream and shout I'm too tired to figure it all out It's not my job to dumb it all down I'd rather stay the forgotten one I know you're trying your best To recall what I claim Your kindness is impressive I accept defeat and walk away There's nothing left for me to do There's nothing left for me to say I was prepared for a lifetime of inside jokes Not a good bye with good grace I'm too scared to scream and shout I'm too tired to figure it all out I don't want to dumb it down I'd rather be the forgotten one I don't usually fig...

 Let me into all of those reasons The reasons why we couldn't make this work Paint me a picture if you can't speak up I know better than to make you feel worse But every time I look at your face I hope I haven't made another mistake Your hair's pulled back in a ponytail Tied up in the scarf I made Even if you lied about your name I didn't think it would end this way Now all we do and all we say Does nothing more than ricochet What do I say that we're drifting apart? Drifting farther than I ever thought Even my bad memories stopped playing their part I don't regret my time with you at all And every time you look at my face I see those eyes which one first place My hair's pulled back in a ponytail Tied up in the scarf you made In all my dreams you took his place I hate that you were my crusade Now all that's left is an empty space Where even my nightmares ricochet Hey now, I probably loved you the worst And now I'm everything you feared All I wish ...

Every ship I sunk Every town I jumped Had reminders of what I was hiding from Every horse I rode Every vow I vowed Had a hint of your memory I swore I would let go Now I'm tangled in the mess of your old sweaters The wool burning my skin like I'm in a bonfire And all the bills that need to be paid I pay for with my tears Because my blood has gone cold And in the ground lies my soul They can say I'm elegant Like a rose that survived hell And I know that I will be okay Selling all my favorite jewels Every one I got from you But I'll keep the one that screams your name, ever time I see her face Now we're tangled in the mess of your old sweaters The wool burning my skin like a bonfire But it doesn't hurt that much Because morning comes too fast So many falls gone by The winter morning sky in my life Needs a summer sun to ignite All that watered down passion for signs That made this life mine I gave up all of the furs And buried your old sweaters I'm afraid this ...