Poems and Those Kinds of Things

Stay the Night

I'm dodging lonely nights and broken hearts 

It won't hurt if you say the right W-O-R-D-S

I can't complain, no I won't be mourning, because I ran to your house and back to scared to say 'good-morning'

I sent you a text once, I asked 'Why would I need friends to tell my problems to?' 

Your answer was quick. 'Because you tell them to yourself to often'

My god, Blue lights, Green lights, Red lights, GO-GO-NO-STOP

We are all glass, I was missing half of a vase

You're a skilled glass-blower, why didn't you fix me?

Oh, but you did, and I'm sorry for the W-O-R-D-S they seem to just spill from my mind onto the paper that I tucked in your bag

You spoke those few W-O-R-D-S that filled in the cracks on my vase of a heart

You, are my only other half, Blue lights, Red lights... go...

My best friend is the other equally cracked, chipped, weathered, beautiful half of my heart. 

                  Do great things, and be the finest piece of china to grace the table of time.

(A/N) I wrote this for a broken friend. Get some sleep H, if you even read this. I wrote this on a simple wave of impulsiveness. I have a lot of those. Anyways, sweet-dreams H. Love 'ya.

Signing off, Red.