follow
this empty hope
it's been waiting
for so long

i've been sitting
 for something
to come

follow
this quiet croak
it's yours
to give now

are you tired 
of yearning
for something for something
to come?

so i say
follow
the changing sides
follow
the slipping tides

we're quiet now
our steps are loud
as we go
we go
we go

i'm quiet now
i'm shifting now
as i go
i go
i go

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if you could be the only one
that i would see last on my phone
before i close my eyes
and dream about the way you said good night

and if you were the only one
that i would want to think of
the lengths of silence
i'd want to fill it up with us

if you if you if you if you if you
if you were here with me
and if you if you if you if you if you
felt slight affinity
then it wouldn't be
just you just you just you just you just you
as wanted reality
just you just you just you just you just you
it'd be you and me.
if you

if you could listen to my thoughts
my heart strings in knots 
you'd wonder how
a text can leave me in the clouds

oh
if you could just connect the dots
that i find us at stops
the way we'd pause
to lock ourselves in each other's arms

if you if you if you if you if you
if you were here with me
and if you if you if you if you if you
felt slight affinity
then it wouldn't be
just you just you just you just you just you
as wanted reality
just you just you just you just you just you
it'd be you and me.
if you

if you (draft)

Will we ever wake up on time?
I'm asking you to keep this in mind,
A shifting question of mine:
"Can we wake up on time?"
Are the words I'm trying to find.

Simply, we are asleep. Are we sheep?
Cliche people smothered in sheets,
smoothed by sweets, talks in isolated dreams.
We'll pull the comforter closer to block it all out.

Will we ever wake up on time?
I'm scared of falling behind.
We're either floating fine
or a sinker on a line,
smiling to let ourselves lie,
"It's alright."

Simply, we are asleep. Are we sheep?
Cliche people smothered in sheets,
smoothed by sweets, talks in isolated dreams.
The clock clicks quarter to 1, and the sun climbs in.

"It's alright"
"It's alright"
"It's alright."

in time

My cup is empty, I'm craving water.
Contemplating how God made rivers,
I question creation as hypocrite's war.
But clarify me, because I've lost course.

Alice told me "Only fools want full cups,
Imagine poison damning every thought.
See, forcing water overflows the jug."
Relieve me, refusing artificial flood.

draft

untitled

Why do winding lines wrap around the corner?
Narrowed, terrified eyes over paper,
Lock yourself away, can't escape the danger,
Pack yourself a gun, gonna drink away the pain.

Don't let the past live another day,
Don't let this past scare you to stay.

emily