3-21-16
I've got too much to love, and I hate it.

Silhouettes and melodies and the stardust in my head put me on top of the world,
I know nobody will see this the way my eyes do.
The things I see, the things I know,
Inside my head, the places I go,
Are so much better than reality.
- (m.m)

Writing late, your garage lights ward off the colors of night.
Running on nothing but love for the youth we've creatively devised.
These nights were always too sweet to feel real.
The air is thick with the scent of summer,
Your eyes are electric
And everyone in the room is sparking up.
Someday we'll be on a stage.
Someday we'll get off concrete floors, I promise.
But the lights in your eyes make me feel as nervous and excited as I'd be on stage,
And the music in my veins is all the adrenaline I'll need for awhile.
- (m.m)