A Metaphor, brought to you by The Beach

Ghost

I asked you to read my writing
But you said no
I asked you to come away with me
But you would not go
I stood naked in front of you
But you did not give me a glance

If I stood in your way screaming
I wonder if you'd even care
If I cried and explained myself to you
Until my soul was raw and bare
If I starved myself to be picturesque for you
Maybe then I'd have a chance

I have become invisible
I am alone

Dakota

I finally got myself a piano. It's still kind of surreal, since I've wanted one for so long. I still can't believe I get to play everyday. I don't think it's any sort of overstatement to say that having her fills a big hole in my heart. I couldn't be happier about it. Meet, Dakota...