I am,
The one man,
Who can possibly stand,
And tell you,
With no hesitation,
That I know about your *******,
And that's okay,
Because today,
Is not the day,
That I will walk away.

Everybody hits the spot,
The rough patch of the road,
Where life kicks em down,
And leaves broken and disowned.

Where you've got nothing to show,
Except holes,
In your heart,
In your wallet,
In your soul.

But you can't let those holes define you,
don't let them decide,
Who You
Will
Be.

Build bridges above,
Over those holes,
And find yourself stronger,
As you overcome the obstacles,
As you become
Once again,
Whole.

Urge, bubbling in my blood.
Words, scattered across my tounge.
Desire, burning my bones in it's fire.
I'm a mess of these feelings.
I feel I should be screaming,
Calling you out, for kissing me, for touching me.
You lit the candle again.
And I want things to be different.
So I'll wait until I see you again.
Till I feel you, lips against your skin.
Only after then, will I let it out.
The questions that slowly,
Have been
Boiling
Me
Down.

I sit at the top, waiting for the winter sun to fall.
As I sit, and time passes, my mind wanders its halls.
I think of the girl, I liked long ago, who came back in and touched my skin. Who kissed me on the night I needed it the most. Who reminded me I can feel more.
I wish she was here with me on this secluded hill,
To watch the sun fall, to hold her hand and lean in close. To touch her cheek, and breath her in.
This intoxicating desire, to fill these silent times with anothers touch. The impulse to share the worlds beauty with another, and find beauty parallel in them.
So I sit in this silence, and wish she would reach out to me, wish she made it clear that she wanted to be touched again. Because she's entranced me, with her bitter sweet love and tender bliss.

Footsteps echo
Across the floorboards and plastered walls,
Floating along till someone hears their song.
The creaks and groans, the thuds and clatter.
Playing in tune, following a pattern.

Footsteps fall
Like the leaves when autumn calls,
Prints left wet from the morning dew,
Staining the pavement like a memory,
Until the sun rises, and the memory is forgotten.

Footsteps trail
Leaving grooves in the earth,
Carving through mountains,
Climbing up cliffs,
Wandering through valleys.
Their impact deep, leaving
Stories behind them.

But most important,
Are our footsteps.
Yours and mine.
The journey we have taken,
The music we made,
The memories we have,
And the trails we have left behind.

For our footsteps are special,
For no one else can walk them.
So keep walking,
find where your footsteps take you.
Our footsteps together,
You and me.

The horn blares across the streets,
Over houses, and parks,
Racing towards the weak.

In my heart, I scream, I plead,
Come for me too,
Cause I feel pain,
Find me some medicine,
To make a broken heart heal.

My body aches,
More places than one.
A concoction of pain,
All meant to treat one.

My shoulders,
My chest,
My legs,
And the rest,
Torn until it's hard to take steps.
All meant to treat one.

My heart,
It pounds,
Until the anxiety that I felt,
Is nothing more than exasperated breaths,
And sweat pouring down my forehead.

My body aches,
More places than one,
A concoction of pain,
To make the waiting for you,
Seem less long