My life rarely fits
The picture I draw up
In my head

He had blue eyes, heart like the sea.
Mine were green.
And I was just a fling.

Sometimes I see everything.
Often to much in color,
To vivid,
To bright,
Blinding actually.

Then sometimes I see nothing at all.
Total absence of light,
To dark,
To secretive
Just dull aches.

Remnants of the person I used to be

The flames never settled
You just joined my inferno

Lonely is the day.
Lonely is the night
Weary is the wanders light.

Sad is the moments.
Sad is the dates.
Two souls fates.

Long is the weeks.
Long is the years
An ocean of tears.

Two paths will soon
clash.

without warning.
without reason.
Does love need a season?


Unannounced.
Unnamed.

The search is over.
The search is complete.
The wanders find a name.

But all they could ever leave behind
Was C+K carved in a tree.

Mountains make me tall,
and oceans keep me afloat. 
But i wake for you

LOVE** makes us lairs.    
It makes us lie to ourself
It tries to manipulate us
        
Love MAKES us vulnerable.
It rips and tears at our hearts.  
It exposes our most vital *****.

Love makes US weak.
It makes us show our true self.
It leaves your heart to bleed.

Love makes us feel.              
It makes us feel things we try to deny
It  forces us to feel what we try to forget  
                                          
Love makes us never forget
It makes sure we REMEMBER.        
It never takes away all the memories
                                 And the pain...
Try to deny it and try to protest.
                                     But love..          
                                       Won't let you go.
                                          No matter
                                            Where your at
Love never dies.

Deep shadows of night
Scents of flowers fill the air
and you feel my soul

Sweetest summer day
How I feel- he'll never know
words get in the way

Yet,
The secrets we share
A lovers conspiracy
welds our hearts as one.

Limited
In our desolate life we as humans are given only a select number of years
                           Hours
                        minutes
                        Sec­onds        
Most People take for granted there  meager hours.                


In our  compendiary lifes we tend to waste a vast amount of time on  inadequate things.
                                                    
Our days are numbered.
Our lives will past by in a blink of an eye.                                                    

Cheeris­h the time you are given with your soul mate.
Some spend their whole life searching For them.
Don't let your numbers waste away.

Your tock is ticking. Soon the last grain of sand in your hourglass will spill though and you will into that enteral sumbler

Look with your heart
and not with your eyes
the heart knows
the heart understands

the eyes can deceive
the heart can perceive


Look with your heart
And not with your eyes
The heart can't be fooled
The heart is too wise

the eyes can be deluded
the heart can see clear


So open your arms
And close your eyes tight
Look with your heart
And when it finds love
Your heart will be right


Love you misunderstand
Is love that you'll regret

Trapped behind these lies.
living in my world of deception.
Silence screams, ears bleed
Muffled sobs
Be who you are.
But I hate who I am
I am not good enough.

But you are enough she weeps.

Endless wispers make hast
Yet to soon disapear
the air that encompassed me
Suddenly gets seize away.
And I left breathless.      
NEEDless to say they steal my light
And leave me enclosed in darkness
My melody,my piano they steal and misuse.

Eager for a moments worth of
                                          Your time.                                            
They know not how lucky they are    
To receive even an ounce of
YOUR time.
They are the luckiest people in the world, they have it seems more of
Your time
than I.
They abuse and detriment
Your time
Mybe one day I'll receive all of
your TIME


So I wait in vain untill that time comes.
Ill just grab a ticket and get in line.
Perhaps one day your piano will play just for me.
Only me.
But that is a selfish thought.

There was a time which music was my solace.                          
It  intoxicated me.
It captived me.
Took my soul and made it soar.            
It was there always. A friend...or perphas an unspoken love.
It filled me. made me whole.
It was always enough.

We were so in love once.
But love can die.                            
And when the music dies what will plays  for me?
Who will play for me?
What will make me feel whole?            

Music and I once where once so abundantly in love.
         And I was once content.
                                   And not so forlorn.

But love can die.
And I fell out of love with the music.