I found some lyrics I wrote since I last posted lyrics I wrote. Would you like to see them? You would, wouldn't you? So you can criticize them. Well, okay!

In Light of a Lost Love
Lying, dreaming all by myself of our starlit sea, but I'm all alone. But with you, I could dream, and you'd be there, my love. Can we just go back to the beggining, with you here? Why can't we just go back to the beginning, when it was clear? Just stay with me beneath the widowed sky. You're the wind that holds my wings yet stings my eyes. I guess I'm on my own. Waiting for your gentle touch, I've got this invitation but I cannot go. Without you, I'd stumble, and I'd be lost, alone.

A Concept for Drama
Symphonic minds draw sour notes. Our lines are crossed, we've crossed the line. Deafened by the silent score, the record's needle scars the spine. For the love of my life, I'll let you leave. Let these shining notes end this scene. "We promisesd too much," this traitor starts, a valiant effort through and through. Punching holes in paper hearts, the spindle's needle breaks the glue. For the love of my life, I'll walk away silently. The curtains draw , a starlit finale. A silhouette of penance is torn across the stage. The horizon is your threshhold leading you to change.

Our Last Penitence
Like a foretold rumor, the fortunes of our lives shatter at our feet. No innocence escapes this time, no purity, no honor. Beheld as a fallen saint, they scar our skin. The precious blood stains her wings, a sorrowful sight. Encrusted with the profound reminder of a life once lived, the feathers fall to the floor. The shattered remnants of providence, blood-stained and comfortable, litter our paths. This is our last penitence, our final goodbye to luxury.

Melodies Come Undone
Waiting patiently for a look from your eyes, the callous mirrors just reflect my face. Staring absently at the spot between your thighs; the veiled reminder of your grace. With the cold white light of your heart as my guide I'll make my way through the tangles of what once was. Yesterday, you killed the sun so feed the flame of your frail fire so I can find my way away from this love denied. Building dioramas of the last day of our love; but the glue won't stick to anything but our hands. Sitting at my piano, melodies come undone; their first notes were gone before they even began. With the cold white light of your heart as my guide I'll make my way through the tangles of what once was. Yesterday, I killed your son, the one that was forged of my flaws. I am no longer the broken heart that I once was, I just need to let go. Why is it so cold? This is getting so old. Let it go.

And there you have it.