My heart is embedded
In your head
Thumping soundly
Beating red
Full of passion
And desire
Starting a smolder
Starting a fire
Like a migraine
Thumping ,Thumping
In time with time
Ticking ,Toking
as time stops
Stopping ,slowing
In your head
Thumping softly
as you die in your bed
Soundly ,softly
Beating red

I daydream
Till it becomes a real dream
Then I dream away my sadness
I dream away my fears
Then I dream away all my fathers unfallen tears
Till morning comes
Oh the morning that comes!
When life is not but others dream
Or a dream is not but anothers life

Like a modest rose
Nobody sees
How beautiful
and fragrant I can be
They leave me out
out in the cold
looking in on the warmth I need to grow
Happiness
Laughter
Young love
And closeness
Something I’ll never know
being the rose
nobody wants
looking in
out in the cold

I hear you in my thoughts
I hear you in my dreams
That giddy laugh of yours
is everywhere it seems
Then when I turn
and reach for your smile
I find nothing
and all i can do is cry
What i wouldnt give
to lay with you awhile
and drink in
That beautiful smile
that even in death
never seems to die