Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Lifes trying to **** me
but I'm starting to feel that,
for the first time ever,
I may just make it through...
cuz I'm walking it with you.

Though sometimes with these ups and downs it may
Seem hard for me to keep within the lines
Of sanity, I swear I'll always try
To keep my colours just as bright as day.
And if I can't, colour me in with shades
That illuminate, enhance and light your life.
And I'll put all the trust in you I find
Within my mind to never let me fade.

I never thought I'd find another who
Could make me feel a little more like me.
Now finding someone I can look up to,
And looks at me the same, I guarantee
This filter that you seem to see me through,
Is all that I could ever wish to be.

I have often wandered
Through the forests in his mind.
'Ever changing landscape
I've been lost in too many times.

I have calmed countless storms
Even as they've damaged me.
'Ever striking lightening causing
The roots of his soul to bleed.

I alone have discovered
Caverns hidden in his head.
Dark and  jagged memories
He never meant to be said.

I have climbed mountain
Peaks piercing the crystal sky.
Such vibrant rays of smiling sun;
You'd never guess he wished to die.

-ARI