You will never understand the way you make me feel,
every time I see you, I have tiny little heart palpitations,
my knees turn weak and I feel close to collapsing,
you enthrall me with every word you speak to me. The very sound of your voice sends shivers down my spine.

When you cast a glance towards me, I feel a sense of honour. Honoured that you would even consider looking at me, giving me your attention - the only attention that I desire.

You will never understand how you make me feel,
you are so humble, so unsuspecting of the love and passion I have for you,
you don't know how you are constantly on my mind,
you don't know how you are one who keeps me going through the week.
You will never understand.

I see those pieces of you.
They fit me just fine.
So lets walk together.
Lets pop this bottle of wine.
But you're so you that you
put me straight to shame.

You are so young and so free
that I'm afraid I might not let you be.
You bring that feeling that I don't want to leave.
I get too excited when you say you want to be with me.

I just want what I want
and that's a selfish thing.
I know you've got yours
and that's why I'm singing.
Not because this is how it is
but because of what this could be.

Eyes glazed over.
Sitting down.
Staring away
at the ground.
Tracing my knuckle
with my finger.
Having a chuckle,
good thoughts linger.

The air around my head feels light.
The ground below my feet feels right.
Soaring above, looking at the ants down there.
When I'm actually just sitting in this chair.

The boy sees the same screams as the hospital
His parents paint the walls with pain and regrets
You see the rest of the family are looking down
At the boy who ****** it all up
The oldest son says
“We should leave him somewhere, like the zoo”
“He is broken isn't he?”

The mother takes him to the park
So the bruises will be drowned
By laughter and the grains of sand
The sun gives false hope to the mother
Stretching it’s tentacles
Feeling happiness on her checks
Hope that the boy could get fixed
Because autism makes him broken right

But the mother snaps back
like the hats that hides her tears
Because she knows
What Daddy does at night.
Daddy baptizing his liver with poison
So he can lose the feeling
of missing his kids while he is working
30,40,50
The hours keep climbing
Like his temper with mother.
Another night of children
Hiding their heads under pillows.