Unspoken
Everyone here, in this haunted house, has stories they cannot tell. Stories you never bothered to ask about. You think
Switch
I didn’t let the darkness fool me I knew that All lights turned off can be turned on But when
Passion
The horizon lit before me But all I can think is The sunrise doesn’t shine nearly as bright as your
Unwritten
I would love to be the written Immortalized in story Yet I remain Unwritten I have written so many Does
Out of tune
I don’t care how long it takes As long as I’m with you I’ve got a smile on my face
B flat
These words scrawled hastily upon my soul Embedded in the empty spaces Where you used to be I’ve heard it
Flame
There are no words In the English language I could scream To drown it out.
Explosion
I said I’d taken the stars And used their power But my tongue scarred those words And I am controlled
Stolen
We found you hiding, We found you lying, Choking on the dirt and sand And all your former glories And
Tongue Twisted
I’ve gotten good at making up metaphors I’ve gotten good at stretching the truth out of proportion And all these