Glamour

She’s got that soft lens focus That million-dollar air Coke bottle curves And Hollywood flare She’s got that tight bun Strong arms and thick legs She’s got that fighter’s stance That pumped-up trance She’s got that thick sweater Bundled up with a book Cold hands and bedhead She’s got a million ships And kissable lips She’s got none of that She’s got something else Something grand, something her But whatever you’ve got, you’ve got glamour And ladies, can’t you hear them clamor?

Picture of Me

There's a picture of me That I keep in my wallet

It's a reminder of innocence

And all the things that I've lost

It's a picture of hope

A picture of the day

When I traded my dreams for practicality

It's a picture of youth

It's a picture before I grew too old too fast

It's a picture before I became jaded and worn

A picture before I became lost

A picture of me in love

A picture before reality came crashing in

A picture before I knew what bad days looked like

A picture before I knew real heartache

A picture before I knew betrayal

The last picture before I died

Because she isn't me anymore

And I miss her

And this is my love letter to myself

To say that I'm sorry

To say that I will raise a glass to her memory

And that I believe in life after death

Sink into Silence

Sink into silence

Let it overcome you

Sink into silence

Let it overwhelm you

Fall deeper into it

Let it be all around you

Block out the thoughts

The noise of existence

Close your eyes and listen

Shhh Shhh

Do you hear it?

The muse's voice it calls for you

Calls for you

Between the loud trumpets

The loud sounds

Close your eyes

Let it become you

Let it overwhelm you

Let it become