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She’s in Love with Chaos

“She was a wreck. but he loved her. She was a wreck, but so was he.” ~Copeland

 

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It looks like a heartache waiting to happen.
When the phone hits the floor and she is left alone.
The other line dead and the voice has stopped.
And the drumming from her head is working harder than her heart.

She’s in love with chaos.
The ups and the downs.
The lefts that are actually rights, her mind begging to be found.
She’s in love with chaos.
The unknown, is the start of her disorganization alone.

Picking up the pieces and moving one.
Going from one phone to another waiting to belong.
Not trying to hard to sing a better song.
All she does is wait for heartache, to become her white and black swan.

She’s in love with chaos.
The deaf tones of awkward lies.
The messed up deliveries of sought after lines.
She’s in love with chaos.
With her mind, taking deep breaths and taking names that she must find.

Sectioned off and in the crowd.
Determined for more than a sour sound.
But not giving it enough effort or follow through.
The choice is hers, even though she’ll never limit herself to a few.

She’s in love with chaos.
The ups and the downs.
The lefts that are actually rights, marked with hearts waiting to be found.
She’s in love with chaos.
Heartbreak brought on, by late night phone calls and luck based falls.

She’s in love with chaos.
And the Lord knows…
That one day maybe her eyes will see the light being shown.
She’s in love with chaos and the rest.
For one moment she breaks and finally passes a test.

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Could you be happy to fall like a stone, if you’d land right here safe in my arms? It’s fine, lock all your doors through the night. Keep it all right here, safe in my arms. It’s fine. ~Copeland

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My stomach is in knots thinking of you.
Equal opportunities that this be the end.
Thinking it makes more sense to throw it away than to keep it and try.
Distraught thinking, that causes all effectiveness to go down the drain.

I look forward to seeing you again.
Even if my thoughts betray me.
Losing control of what my brain has told me is common sense.
Acting a fool because my mind decided not to fire right.

My stomach is in knots thinking you.
Equal opportunities that this might be the first time.
Thinking it makes more sense to keep it close than throw it away.
Optimistic thinking ,that causes all effectiveness to go down the drain.

More and more I desire to see everything turn out alright.
Even if that doesn’t mean that I will have somebody by my side.
More and More I desire to thrive.
Even if the plan that was in my head, is changed by the Makers hand.

I go a little bit more to the left every day.
For when I sleep I shift to the right more and more in my head.
A twist and turn, that seems to showcase a lack of making up my mind.
More and more I go to the centers of my thoughts instead of looking to my heart.

It won’t last.
For life is a dichotomy that relocates itself.
And when my stomach ends up in knots, it is beautiful.
Even if it might only last for a minute or two.

My stomach is in knots the more I think of you.
Equal opportunities that this might be a pull in the proper direction.
Thinking it makes more sense to be in the moment, than planning my next move.
Transformative thought causing all effectiveness to reveal what it planned all along.

More and more this life keeps moving.
More and more I forge a fire deeper than my own.
More and more I pray that today might be the day,
The day the butterflies find a home to stay.

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Sing

“Sing with your head up, with your eyes closed. Not because you love the song because you love to sing.”                                                                                                           ~Copeland


~Sing~
Nighttime escapades down at the local bar. 
Every night the same story the same tune.
Singing for all the wrong reasons.
Because she doesn’t know what she should be singing for.
Desires to run free from the pain.
Desires to be truly known by another.
Tears that fall once she arrives home.
For her home is not her home and her song is not her song.
A man leaves a trisk in the night of hotel lives.
Every night the same story the same tune
Looking for happiness instead of joy.
Because he doesn’t know that joy is what he is looking for. 
Desires to be free.
Desires to understand the plea.
Tears fall once he arrives home.
For his home is not his home and his song is not his song.
Two legs to stand on.
One mouth and one tongue to speak.
One heart and mind to reason and lie.
Two ears to place the world where you think it should be.
Desires to run free from pain.
Desires to be free.
Tears that fall once you are alone.
Because you don’t know where your strength can come from.
Hitting the floor and looking for a way out.
The hurt that fakes its own death.
Trying to persuade you into deeper darker things.
When all you truly need to do is sing.
Looking for a song to replace the hurt.
Looking for a voice to use when downtrodden is your heart.
Taking a step forward and not taking one back.
This world is not fair so sing a song back.