There Are Waves
There are waves crashing
Inside of my head.
My eyes grow tired,
but behind closed lids
Lie pictures of things
So beautiful,
My heart
Aches and breaks
Because I cannot
Paint you my dreams,
Because I cannot
Make you see.
I would give anything
To have the power
To take your breath away.
I want to be the trigger
For that gushing sound
Of breath sucked in,
That sharp pang
When your heart stops,
That illuminating smile,
That head rush you get
When something so
Flawlessly honest
And beautiful
Comes into contact
With your soul that
For a moment your chest
Feels like it's
About to burst.
I want to make art.
I want to make change.
I want to make you feel alive.
And when I die I want to come back as a sunrise.
I want to come back as a song.
I want to come back as a smile,
As hope.
Inside of my head.
My eyes grow tired,
but behind closed lids
Lie pictures of things
So beautiful,
My heart
Aches and breaks
Because I cannot
Paint you my dreams,
Because I cannot
Make you see.
I would give anything
To have the power
To take your breath away.
I want to be the trigger
For that gushing sound
Of breath sucked in,
That sharp pang
When your heart stops,
That illuminating smile,
That head rush you get
When something so
Flawlessly honest
And beautiful
Comes into contact
With your soul that
For a moment your chest
Feels like it's
About to burst.
I want to make art.
I want to make change.
I want to make you feel alive.
And when I die I want to come back as a sunrise.
I want to come back as a song.
I want to come back as a smile,
As hope.