i woke to find your ghost
folded amongst my drawers
on notes tucked in my books
are we still keeping score?

upon the brown brick walls
under the mango tree
we wrote our names in chalk
forgetting rain would bleed

you'd burrow into bed
you’d bury me in sheets
you’d dig my secrets up
and then uproot my grief

i drowned my love in waves
of honey chardonnay
i set my throat aflame
to never say your name

now I know I'm gliding down a tight rope
this train of thought is never gonna lead me home
when your breath blew over like a credo
it still echoes in my head when i'm alone

who would i be if i didn't know you
where would you be if i didn't leave you there
how did i pretend i didn't need you
how could you pretend you didn't see it

all the mile long walks
over blocks and blocks
what you're dreaming of
is what keeps me up

and when i close my eyes
i feel the void inside
i feel the great divide
wishing you were beside me

the great divide

OPM geek

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1ACcHFb4WWbJ0ILDkQIf1r?si=C4hHnt8MSHiyy_AauXrIyA

I post covers and my attempts in creating my own music. My singing is off-key most of the time.

I love Japanese food and coffee!

writing music to express things i can't say personally
:)

Steadfast on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/5txOGTSFtmAWDxhJHXdxKR?si=IKiQjExtTwerxQN7yW0ABQ&utm_source=copy-link&nd=1

side-project

half-lit was made in an attempt to channel my post-midnight loneliness into something else ––– and it is something else altogether: a way to reach other people. a way to revel in collective sadness. suddenly i'm not as lonely. - b

http://soundcloud.com/bpvalenzuela
