When that moment comes to say goodbye
I feel like a baby who wants to cry

Ohh, life is so hard, baby
Without your love I'm going to go crazy

Friends can't stay forever
Job, work, school, whatever

Honey I want to see you all the time
Even in your dreams if you don’t mind

What people say I don’t care
You and I against the fear

Sweetie, come sit with me and break the space
You and I - face to face

Darling, I don’t know what I’m saying
I just remember we were playing

I wish that time back again
Without hurt, without problems, without pain

Honey, without your love, I feel like I'm in prison
Do you know that story about the guy from heaven?

I'm that guy and I'm coming to you
To fix your life from false to true.

I wanna see you again
I miss your eyes
I wanna see you again
This madness, skies

I wanna feel your warmth
Your evidence
I wanna feel you more
Than ever did

I wanna touch you
Please, let me to
I wanna hug you gently
Under the moon

I wanna see your happiness
The crazy one
I wanna feel your breath
Until it's gone

echoed steps faster pace
shadows on every corner
running with no destination
tripping over her confusion
she's now on the ground
eyes covered with fright

The tears fall and mottle the parchment
                 there is no ink to run
                       to smear
                             or distort

The stain of shapes, letters, words
         are no longer present
                  to be deformed
                         or washed away

The instrument with which to write 
            no longer has use,
                    is no longer held
                          with such care,
                                such grace
                
  The desk that supports the weight
                       of my futility
                              has now crumbled
                                      in despair

The chair that held me
                     refuses to bear the weight
                           of my hollowness any longer

I've left behind
          the room that is so empty
                       except for a distant echo
                               of thoughts
                                    cultivated,
                                           cherished

Only the view from the window remains the same
            yet I do not stare in wonder
                     or for inspiration
              
             I turn and walk away from it all.

Will you be my valentine,
my sweetest lover dover?

Kiss me in the evening,
hiding neath the cover,

Of darkness coming quickly,
for morn' will come to soon,

Will you be my Valentine,
beneath a waxing moon?

Ma Cherie © 2017