I can sing love; only I’m afraid the lyrics might get shattered again.
ODD KENI can sing love; only I’m afraid the lyrics might get shattered again.
ODD KENIn the end the salt calls the ocean home; and I guess this is why drowning has always been a part of loving you.
ODD KENI’m a drunk poet; and I guess maybe I sipped too much of what I couldn’t buy of her.
ODD KENSorry to a heavy heart in the morning; sorry to waking up and being yourself the only reason to cry.
ODD KENMaybe water is not entirely lost when soaked into sand. Maybe it finds a better resting place to call home; and I hope she did too.
ODD KENI guess you’re the bee and the stings all at once; By which I mean you’re the reason I wrap these tired bones around every aching thing.
ODD KENBreathe in the pain and bring out the wounds. It’s only a process and you’ll learn to survive the rest.
ODD KENEither the jump or the drown, loving her has always readied me for the fire.
ODD KENOften times the language is different; by which I mean, I love her, and it’s the only stammer I’ve ever known.
ODD KENSometimes even in pain we smile to the world until we think we’re dying.
ODD KENWhen I say I love you, I mean something raw something below the surface of all waters; something almost too naked and true!
ODD KENToday I can see the cracks on the wall they’re visible; but I can tell they are finding their way to soil, And so am I.
ODD KENLike a fractured bone in the ribs, the heart can be painfully heavy sometimes.
ODD KENSomedays depression is tender, as though hurting is just an art; and that maybe she didn’t break me more than enough!
ODD KENNo one thing stays the same after a goodbye.
ODD KENPain is never too weak to leave the body still standing or laughing the same.
ODD KEN