You lay in your bed, weeping silently
Internally writhing in emotional agony
You get a new message, it's from me
Because I will never leave you be.

You awaken, your eyelids wanting to droop
The days can seem bland and repetitive, it's true
But I can break you free of this accursed loop
Because I'm here for you.

I stare at the door in ill-concealed anticipation
My family is perplexed as to why I'm so happy
You knock, and I fling the door open in elation
Because you're finally here with me.

i write because paper
always listens

The ink flows from the tip of your pen onto the paper below
Taking action, you transform thought and emotion into written word
Writing your way into my heart with naught but your own
Because you're a better writer than anyone I know.

I trudge through the day, each day. Each and every day is slow
Sometimes I wonder just how I find the strength to continue
But I remember that, at the end of my day, I can hear about yours
Because you're more interesting than anyone I know.

I attempt to speak, but my voice is drowned out by a wind that never ceases to blow
I have so much to give, I just know it! Why won't anyone listen to me?!
Then you're there, eager to hear every word that I have to say
Because you're sweeter than anyone I know.

I love you so much, I never want to let you go
It's an emotion more powerful than any that I've ever felt
All I want is to be in your arms, and be with you forever
Because I love you more than anyone I know.

Love isn't blind,
blind are those,
who never loved.

No one can know your pain
Not nearly as well as yourself
But the rope won't take it away
It just gives it to someone else

You turn around, and your gaze meets mine
Time seems to be frozen.
I have wondered, since we've first met
Why I was the one you'd chosen.
Your sweetness, kindness, and sense of humor
Were too perfect for someone like me.
And yet, you were the violin, and I the piano
In our two-heart symphony.
Secretly, I do still dream
Of remaining more than friends.
After all, who ever said all good things
Must come to an end?