I keep wanting you
and aching afterward — yet
I keep
            coming
                           back

What I write
might not be read
I won't be put off
nor be hurt

for to write
is to lift me
beyond myself
and to set me free

Many many years ago
You touched my heart
With yours
You lifted up my spirit
With your brightness and light

Many many years ago
You touched my heart
With yours

You found a place and never left
You took me to new places

Many many years ago
You lifted up my spirit
You touched my heart with love
You gave me care

Many many years ago
You touched my heart
With yours
You lifted up my spirit
You showed me the world

You showed me the moon
You gave me the sun
You gave me everything
You touched my heart with yours
You never left

I spread my wings tonight
It's 9pm
Driving through Cypress
Trying to keep the tears from
mixing with the late night lights
and narrow roads

The night is getting weary
It's 11pm by now
Four long hours to go
The windows slide down
to reveal the bitter cold
that chips at my lips

Nothing feels like home
but I know I'll be okay

I wish i could explain myself
Fully explain myself...
Stop delivering pain to myself
Be deliberate, and save myself
Instead of filling out the page by myself
Speak in full sentence to you by myself
I'm tired of being lame by myself
Not interested in fame by myself
So the emotions on the page are for myself
I wish i could give them to you myself
Explain why i need all of you to myself
I sorta need saving from myself
And you know what else...
I'm getting used to it being me and myself.