And she sits and thinks with that calm look in her eye. Her brows are furrowed. Three feathers fall from the sky, one for me and one for you, and the last is for that unborn child. With blonde curls and your blue eyes. I wait patiently for the days to pass and become months and hours to be years. When this time is up we will know what our lives mean, what we live for and how not too scream. And in that long awaited time I will walk swiftly with your hand in mine

With the touch of beautiful lips a tender caress from that perfect tongue. How this moment lasts a lifetime is incredible.
We have not been together for one month. The days were slow. The time was death. I hated being in this state of living..somewhere between my blinking eyelid and the tear that springs forth. All I know is what is true. I didn't have much when I didn't have you

To begin this day with salt on lips from the stinging sea,
Makes me wish for forests and the great oak tree
Where we both sat on that fateful day filled with anguish and dismay

I wait alone for a link to an outside world.
I wait. I have waited. I will wait for so long.
This life doesn't offer what I need to be strong.
So I sit and think. In a complacent thought.
I'm stuck here in what I sought.
Is it worth it or will it be? As long as I stay like me?

Let's play these games for hearts of strangers, loads of anger on these pages.
I've been so lost in all my stages.
Let's learn to live apart.
Let's seperate the heart.
Dissect bisect and cut out the arteries.
Like leaves falling from the trees.
But as we learn from nature, they grow back again.
Nothing remains the same.

I awake and the pillow is empty, except for an indent where your head lay.
I examine it with my fingers and heart. I've been lying here all day
The moments rush by of dreams disturbed,I saw you running away from me,the enthusiasm is curbed.
I feel the anxious sweat clinging to my frame, I used to run freely but now my legs are so lame.
I lay in a bed to uncomfortable to bear, wait I realise, there's a golden hair!
It was all just a dream, then why so real? A hair from a dream girl that made me feel?

So I start walking away from my home, I look behind to realise I'm alone, I thought I heard footsteps chasing behind, but far to late I realised its all in my mind.
I looked up at a lamppost and saw a pretty bird, red chested, silly and absurd. I thought to myself of the noises that followed only to see that my hearts been hollowed. Borne out to the core, a pathetic hole left by the door. My heart was where the home was and this may sound absurd, the home where my heart was, was right by that bird.