Upside Down
I don’t see the point in writing something beautiful,
when I don’t see beauty anywhere.
The world grows grayer and bleaker,
as the days pass by soundlessly.
With each death, the world brings new,
colorful life, but not the good kind of colorful.
The kind that makes you cringe at what humanity is quickly becoming.
I like to live in my own little world.
I like to pretend that I’m not really fading away,
and that you’re not really leaving.
I laid my eyes on you the first day of class,
and my pallid world was brightened.
It went from black and white,
like the newsprint of recent bombings and school shootings,
to shades of gray.
Every day since then,
has been a time bomb in itself,
waiting for me to make some sort of move.
I know it’s different,
and may be hard to comprehend.
Maybe this is all some sort of surreal dream.
(If it is, then I don’t mind if I never wake up, because at least you brought hues to my life. You’ve made it bearable).
Please, let me tell you this,
before you write me off completely.
The first time I saw you turn and walk out the door of that classroom,
I felt this pang in my chest.
I had failed my first semester,
but somehow,
I won something better than the lottery;
I got to hear your loud hyperactive voice.
I won your attendance,
but as a constant reminder that you’re all too good for me,
I lose you two times a week,
and have to suffer the long days in between.
So really… if failing is winning,
and winning is failing,
then it makes sense that my sky is green
and the grass is blue,
because baby,
you turned my world upside down.
My proposition is nothing to be feared.
Let’s take this slow,
and turn my colorless world into a paint by numbers.
Let me hear that laugh, just one extra time.
Let me see that smile, just one last time.
And for the love of God…
Please let me listen to you say “that’s so funky fresh”
… just one more time.
when I don’t see beauty anywhere.
The world grows grayer and bleaker,
as the days pass by soundlessly.
With each death, the world brings new,
colorful life, but not the good kind of colorful.
The kind that makes you cringe at what humanity is quickly becoming.
I like to live in my own little world.
I like to pretend that I’m not really fading away,
and that you’re not really leaving.
I laid my eyes on you the first day of class,
and my pallid world was brightened.
It went from black and white,
like the newsprint of recent bombings and school shootings,
to shades of gray.
Every day since then,
has been a time bomb in itself,
waiting for me to make some sort of move.
I know it’s different,
and may be hard to comprehend.
Maybe this is all some sort of surreal dream.
(If it is, then I don’t mind if I never wake up, because at least you brought hues to my life. You’ve made it bearable).
Please, let me tell you this,
before you write me off completely.
The first time I saw you turn and walk out the door of that classroom,
I felt this pang in my chest.
I had failed my first semester,
but somehow,
I won something better than the lottery;
I got to hear your loud hyperactive voice.
I won your attendance,
but as a constant reminder that you’re all too good for me,
I lose you two times a week,
and have to suffer the long days in between.
So really… if failing is winning,
and winning is failing,
then it makes sense that my sky is green
and the grass is blue,
because baby,
you turned my world upside down.
My proposition is nothing to be feared.
Let’s take this slow,
and turn my colorless world into a paint by numbers.
Let me hear that laugh, just one extra time.
Let me see that smile, just one last time.
And for the love of God…
Please let me listen to you say “that’s so funky fresh”
… just one more time.