If I am to die today
The thing I’d regret the most
Is not taking a chance on you
And letting you go just like that

There were so many times
We could’ve been
We could’ve had
The love we’ve been waiting for

Instead, I sat there quietly
Waiting for you to make a sound
You, waiting for me
To give even a little smile

We could’ve had so much time
To paint the skies a better shade of blue
We could’ve been happy together
Even to just sit beside each other quietly

Instead, we chose to look for signs
And kept waiting for the right moment
And we realized far too late
We could’ve made it

I will carry the thought of what we could’ve been
All the way to my dying moment
I will always think about what should’ve been
As I look at you, walking away from me, walking away from you

Opposites attract.
Sameness detracts.
Love fades.
Life wanes.
Darkness can warm.
Light can freeze.
Caught in life's cycles,
Spinning outward to the end.
Caught within a breeze.

Why is darkness treated with fear?
As much is done in the light as in the dark.
Much maligned our primal senses heightened we see no light in the dark.
Yet, in the dark we are rested, in the dark we test our senses, in the dark we are even, in the dark we are one.

Foul deeds may require the blanket of dark.
But the reaper calls at any time, ready or not he will come, his scythe sweeps and you are gone.
Light or dark, love or hate in each opposite you make a whole you.
In the light we see the dark.
In the dark we see the light*.

You can never love a dreamer
He's always far away
You can never love a seeker
He wanders everyday


Never love a writer
His lines are not for you
His verses are pure lies
His ink is far from true

You cannot love me either
I live in many worlds
A dreamer, seeker, writer
I often break my word..