Zutara Week: Secretfound your name on a broken walla small splash of painted scrawlI wonder if you knewthat I'd see itthat I'd smile when I read itdid you imagine that at allI couldn't sleep again last nightstayed up trying to get things rightbut every time I startto rehearse itto put the words down perfectthey get tangled up insideI'm gonna hold my breathsave this story in my chestI'm gonna go aheadwith lips tight pressedand keep this secretcaught a glimpse of you todayjust a flash as you walked awayand even as you movedin the distancein that single instantthere were a thousand things to sayI'm gonna hold my breath
Zutara Week: Masks (Is It You)closed up and curledsafe behind the comfort of coveringswatching the worldbut you neverlet them see anythingwe hide our heartswrap them up insilence and sew them shutbut in the darkI can feel the moment our shadows touchand is it youI'm falling forunderneath that painted paper faceand if we knewwho we really werewould it be the samewould it be the sameinside our chestssinging out themusic and mysteryso intimatethe details that ourtangled disguises keepand is it youI'm falling forunderneath that painted paper faceand if we knewwho we really werewould it be the samewould it be the sa
Soft as Silveryou laugh like summer rainstormson the west windscompare you to the sununtil I'm breathlessbut then you alwayshave that effect on meI hold you like the last bitof a good dreamCommit your every detailto my memoryI'll sing it out soI never lose a thingyou make me so much betterthan I waswe're speaking in a whisperjust becauseand it's soft as silverwhen we touchour lips together, loveI'm falling like the first leaffinding autumncaught up in the coolnessI'd forgotten I'm getting all these chills in the best sort of waywe seem to flash liketechnicolor firefliesset off strings offireworks in o
Filter the Madnessjust one more takejust one more versionwe'll just eraseuntil it's perfectand I won'tmiss a notewith your cord'round my throatfilter the madnessmake our song the happiest of allfilter the madnesscover coverour fallyou cut and sliceyou mix my piecestake what you likedelete the weaknessand I'll keepthis sweet keywhile you stillcompress mefilter the madnessmake our song the happiest of allfilter the madnesscover coverour fall
HurricanePeople try to explain depression; comparing it to weights or lead blankets or black fog or any number of loathsome, crawling things that creep in the night to settle on top of you in your little glass world.Liars. All of them.It is a hurricane. A howling, screaming thing that announces itself loudly as it pushes across your life, uprooting and tearing and smashing everything to bits. Everyone to bits.And what do you expect from us? That we should run with open arms and hearts screaming "I love you," into the gale-force winds hoping that perhaps, this time, you might change direction and spare us? Just this once?No. Not any more. Now I
OpheliaI bet you still smell like chocolate. I hold your Polaroid against my skin and point my toes like a ballerina as I writhe in my bed with the thought of being with you. Of branding you with scarlet lipstick and leaving nail-mark graffiti on your back. I tilt my head back and look out the window. I wish it was raining.I scoop up a handful of old copper coins from one of the glasses on my bedside table. I throw them one by one into the fishbowl across the room.I wish it was raining, Ophelia, I say. The first coin splunks and sinks to the bottom of the bowl. Ophelia swims in frenzied circles, a mystical rain dance just for me.