lack of things to write..i'm sorry that this is lame

i can't seem to write
my mind goes blank
when i think of you
i inevitably forget

i can't seem to make
nice 'poems' anymore
for i can't explain
the way you make me feel

and yet i don't mind
writing pathetic poems forever
as long as it's you
who inspires them

asteriskked

your voice is music
to my jaded soul
it's my rockabye
before my lights go off

your thoughts are chemical
the formula for the sweetest of dreams
that takes girls like me
to the farthest point of ecstasy

you're my security blanket
my sanctuary
a safe place
better than any fantasy

the thought of you drives me
gives me something to live by and sleep to
swirls of color, sweet sonatas
that drift me off to nod

i'm staying up to write this poem
because you aren't here
i missed you tonight
i can't sleep.

schizophrenia

staring out into space
looking for a smiling face
wondering where you are
wishing on a dying star

drunk with fear, getting lost
wishing that
you were near
i'll get to you at any cost

ran away from that damned place
nobody noticed a loss
i flew all the way to outer space
think of you since i'm alone

nobody's looking, trying to find me
can you be the one who searches?
maybe then, you could be
the one with me when my world crashes