i really liked the way it felt
earlier tonight
when your shoulder was
touching mine.

i liked the way you sat
down next to me
when there were a hundred
other seats your body could be.

i hated the way i
didn't say anything
when i really wanted
to say everything.

i hate the way i'm sitting here
in a hotel room, in a group of people,
but not with the person
i want to be with.
you.

and i hate the way that
everything ends
and how i miss every chance
i ever get and how
i can count the days i'll see you
on one hand and i can't even take it.

can you make it easy?
i want you to make it easy.
i want you, believe me.
i want you to love me.

i can't believe i haven't told you
i can't believe it hasn't happened
i wonder if you feel this way too
i wonder if you know that i feel
this way about you.

i really liked the way it felt
when you were near me.
it was the best feeling in a while,
actually, honestly.

i have a reoccurring dream about you
where we are happy.
are you happy without me?
would you be happier with me?
can you make it easy?
i want you to make it easy.
i want you, believe me.
i want you to love me.

On this train journey I sit
with my precious child
I contemplate,
people, places and time,
passing so fast
too fast

It's disconcerting
how it mirrors life,
this journey,
and I worry
that my life too
passes me by this way
I'm concerned that I spend
too much time
fearing exactly this scenario
Yet here I sit
pondering these fears
still

You say I'm poisoning you,
corrupting you within, that
which I'm giving you is making
you sick. Your the one who has
it off me, but claim its corrupted
you within.

Addicted is the word you tell me,
to much you say I give, its not
my fault you became an addict
to that which I can give. You cant
blame me that you use it to much
its not like you can overdose or
can you if you take to much.

You say I'm poisoning you with
feelings that your not used to
them, that its like poison in
your mind confusing you so
much, that your scared to let
them in as it feels different to
what you thought it was.

Addicted you are to the love that I
do give, you want it every day
sometimes more than I can give.
You blame me for this addiction
saying no other gave it you like
this. but don't blame me its just
that I love you, and I will give
you all the love I can give.

I
am
a
whisperer
of
words,
but
sometimes
I
must
SCREAM & SHOUT for them to be heard...

The skies are looking down at you
The moon is awaiting your gaze
Flowers exist because you do
Please don't look away.

You give to you infinite pleasure
You are your worst enemy
The way you feel lies at your fingertips
Close your eyes, heal.

The skies are looking down at you
The moon is awaiting your gaze
Flowers exist because you do
Please don't look away.

The Woodpecker sings,
In a tune we don't follow.
Pecking endlessly,
Like there is no tomorrow.

Words drawn from the heart,
Lost in the long beak.
With piercing eyes,
A little attention it seeks.

Pauses a second to tell us,
The story of his mother's pain.
Forgets not the cragged branch,
Chisels hard, the Woodpecker again.

Oblivious about the emotions it brings,
Endlessly the Woodpecker sings.