Lost Souls

All that I am is a lost soul,

And to be found I’ve truly tried.

I sent out a message in a bottle,

But it was swallowed by the tide.

I wrote a letter in dust motes

Because I liked how they danced in the light,

But a thundercloud stole my sunshine,

And my letter was drowned in spite.

I tried writing down “hello”

In black ink on a darker page.

Then I finally drank the last of my fear

And walked to centre stage.

The audience, they all laughed out loud

As soon as they saw my face.

I tried to read my letter and realised

That I should have remembered my place.

 

All I want is for someone to see my letter,

To find me and set me free,

And I would give every word that could stain my lips red

Just to find another lost soul like me.

I Think I Met You Once Before

I think┬áthat I’ve met you once before.

You were the one who picked my heart off the floor.

For a while, I thought it was just a dream;

I’ve grown too used to things being not what they seem.

What made me fall in love was that look in your eye

That flashed for a second when you laughed at the sky.

Your smile made my breath catch inside of my throat.

In an eternity of winter, your smile was my coat.

But the main thing you did was you put together my heart,

And that very moment marked the end of the start.

My heart was unsteady; it didn’t take much to rock it,

But you wiped it all clean and kept it safe in your pocket.

You were my army when I fell under attack.

You picked up my heart and I don’t ever want it back.

xxx

I’m Sorry

I’m sorry for what they said when they were angry.

And I’m sorry for what you said back.

I’m sorry that you feel like you can’t be safe.

I’m sorry you always feel under attack.

But remember when you fell and they kissed you better?

Remember when they lifted you high above?

They’re always there even when you say you hate them

Because trust me, darling, that’s love.

My Paper House

I’m living in a paper house, I don’t know if you can see me,

But I’m the one behind the ink because only words can free me.

I never leave my paper house because I’m terrified of the rain,

I’m scared if I let my eyes get wet then they’ll never be dry again.

I can hear the cries throughout my head because my walls are paper thin,

And I’m lying cold in my paper bed because I just want to be let in.

Please come through my paper door, put dirty shoes on my paper rug.

Because I may live in a paper house, but I really need a hug.