Under A Cork Tree

In love with an idea.

New Girl

I want to show you the sun before it sets
in the same place that I saw it
when I was 13 years old
I want to expose you to the music
that gets me through the day
the kind that you can feel
when you close your eyes
I want to be the person who holds your hand when you’re feeling scared
And holds you tight when it’s cold outside
And kisses your neck in late July
One who keeps you safe
from darkened skies
I want to show you the reasons why
It’s quite alright to be alive

"Alone" by Edgar Allan Poe

oliverswinford:

From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
Then—in my…
Found this in an old notebook and thought it was semi-good.

Found this in an old notebook and thought it was semi-good.

To Wonder

I wonder if he knows?
His smile makes a day
He is so beautiful
His smile is a ray
I wonder if he sees?
The light inside his eyes
The glow and the promise
That things will be alright
I wonder if he hears?
The symphony he plays
The songs he blasts loud
On all my darkest days
I wonder if he feels?
The admiration I have
For every move he makes
For every trait he has
I wonder if he wonders?
About the songs I sing
I wonder if he hears them
I wonder what he’d think?

It doesn’t have to be this way.

Junk Mail

How do you see me?
Am I too reserved and quiet?
Am I boring and routine?
Do you even look at me?

I could have sworn I saw you
Looking right my way
Did you see me smiling?
At you
The other day?

I’m taking all my effort
And I’m sending it today
But-
Just like junk mail
You’ll throw it all away