Iv got this strange Feelin’ deep down in my heart,
I cant tell what It is, but it Wont let go,
It happens every time I give you More then what I have.

This is my soul.
So Patiently waiting,
For Beauty and color.
To hug creativity,
Waiting for freedom from Monotone Living that,
  Scratches the board with a Hand of long nails.
It Screeches so Loudly,
  I must try to describe it with Paint and a brush,
With Ink and quill,
but is it Really there?
I use Metaphors to get more Points on the table that No guests are     Eating at.
They’re all at home,
Are they feeling this pain?
This Is my soul So patiently waiting…..

This will be You when the Thunder strikes, Feet frozen to the ground.
Lost in the grip of lust.
You are man, but I am Fire.

Can you step up and claim my love?
Stand like steel while waves of fear crash upon Your shores?

We walk hand in hand, because its a cool song on love.
Twist and turn our hearts together till they become one.

You will never be my fool,
and I will never be yours,
and I will

We walk arm in arm.
Its a pretty little song of love.
It feels like the sun is shining,
But the Moon is still out.

You will never be my fool.
And I will never be yours.

Never, Never because its a quiet the little song on love
We awake cheek to cheek .
Its a pretty little picture of love

You will never be my fool,
And I will never be yours,
But I will

Its a pretty , pretty song.
A song of you  and  I.

How I do,
Long for the inspiration your eyes gave.
For that moment in time we’d held close breaths.
Hands,
Trembling fingers.
Clashing flesh, like teeth.
I was yours in the hours of another day.
Savored the Mystery and remembered the Heat.
We lay together no more.

She hides her feelings,
the feelings for you.
She hides them safe in her dreams.
She longs.
Alone.
Shes something more,
More then you thought,
More then you see, 
 She hides, in plain sight.
Hides from herself,
Hides from you.
She thinks of something more.
She is something more then you thought.
She will become her feelings
The feelings for you.