same-face syndrome

i try to let out my voice 
i try to be assertive 
i try to come across as dominant, even 
 
driving my econobox down ponce,  
i realize there are light years 
between myself and who i want to be 
 
the universe has bound my personality 
to a square, but I remember a past life 
where roundness prevailed 

echo, echo

pounding fills my head 
at the thought of you. 
a voice whispers to run 
with nowhere to flee to.
 
i love now, with you, 
but my fear of the future 
is almost deafening. 
could you please turn it down? 
 
the static fills my vision, 
but for you, dear... 
i would go deaf and blind.
 
so i run into your arms.

blank canvas

beauty grates on my eyes,
and music on my ears.
i live in the grey, 
listlessness the strongest mood, 
until i found some 
rose tinted glasses
resting on your nose.
 
no, life is no michelangelo,
no picasso,
no rembrandt, 
but sharing these glasses with you... 
oh, you, you, you.
 
i feel alive on this crutch,
but one day I must heal
and walk alone again.