Out of touch

he wore his heart up on his sleeve
she took a chance for him to see
so comforting in disbelief
he made that change to make her seek 
out
if he could only be more or less
the pages bleed
out
the sex, the best of consequences
with a feeling in his chest
she's seen him at his worst and best

this isn't a love story
he wasn't chasing her tale 
of softly spoken glory
I just want to get through to you
to help you heal, to make you sooth
I played a song for you
but my guitar was out of tune
so he we are, consumed
goodbye
so long

farewell
it was so very nice to know you
were out touch
i write all night
i dig that rut
you held me up
and i'll admit it now
i brought you down
put thoughts into my lucid dreams
i've sowed the seams
or so it seems
writing novels just to fall asleep
taught to run, taught to lie
i swear it wasn't something i
meant to do, just hopeless
out of focus, at the time
finding what the cost was
to ride the train of life
the sign was written
at the entrance and
you must be this high
open up the pages
then reiterate my lines
recite all of the basics
touch base with them
the summer sets 
my slumber rests
we learn to walk
after we put our shoes on
we feel the week days stress our bones
just stay strong
through out the days
and come home
turn the page
and move on