I saw you from afar
in a crowded place
with little silence

I wanted to know your name
your name was called
from what i think was your friend

I called for you
but no answer in return
I called again

You looked beautiful that night
and i know i sound crazy
but i wanted to know you

We never said hello that night
for the place was crowded
and the silence was too expensive

I think about you
now and then
and know i'll see you again

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I love poetry
just not as much as you

I love your lips
so smooth
and fragile

even when we talk
i can't help but to look
at those beautiful lips

I would kiss those lips
till i could no more
for those lips are amazing

I would caress those lips
till you were tickled
by the way i love you

for its not only the lips
that i truly love
since those lips have to belong
to someone that deserves them

Where do i look
to find you
i don't even know your face
your laugh
your jokes

Where do i look
to find you
i don't even know your name
your past
your possible future

Where do i look
when i know your near
but too far to see

Where do i look
when i want you
but don't know who you are

Where do i look
to find the one

i see nothing
coming to mind
coming to the tips of my fingers
that are oh so tired

i feel nothing
coming to me
seeking my hand
letting me fly

i hear nothing
coming to find me
looking for me
bringing me home

i smell nothing
coming from the one
who i was looking for
who let me go too far

from afar
many people may see
the beauty
the grace
the feeling you've left for me
but i see
what is true
what you've hidden
and now what i need to say
is that we're through
i thought this was more
then just a game
i thought it was care
and not a gift of shame
i held you high
while you were digging low
to the pit of my heart
just to let go
im done with the lies
that you speak so well
im done with the face
that locked me in this cell

spiraling
spinning
out of control
everything mute
everything blinded
colors swarming
like bees to their hives
head pounding
to the beat of an unheard drum
the colors turn black
the mutes turn loud
the blinded turn sightly
spiraling
spinning
out of control
head slowing down
body slowing down
only the color black
and no more sound