Someday I will fade
Just like a photograph in one of those books you keep
A distorted memory; there but forgotten
I am nothing but a familiar echo, haunting you from the past
I still live in the moments where our eyes would meet
When we would communicate with smiles and stolen kisses
You were my future
I am your past.

Crimson and glorious; Let's paint the world
A place so full of hate yet so full of beauty
You see I've got a problem in my head
One that cannot quite be fixed
I live for the glory, the guts and the gore
To feel in control
but you see, I am spiraling out of control
I want to put this brush down

going.
going.
going.
gone.
She flew away because you took too long
Her heart could no longer hold the weight of a boy that was just too late.

Every cell, every little cell is replaced every 7 years
How fantastic will that be?
I will finally have a body that will never have been touched by you.

I wish I knew where I was going
and why it was so hard
But you see for people like me darling the world is quite harsh.

I wish you were here
this night is oh so lonely
you shouldn't have left
why so soon?
Your laughter still echoes off the walls
but the space in between is so empty
I relive our memories every night
they dance in my head screaming,
"what if."

I find myself in book stores
Sitting there admiring the worlds around me
Full of possibility, wonder and a new start
You see darling, I live in a world of my own
Built by these pages, every day is a fairy tale
No princesses or castles but the magic of each day
Unfolding itself before my eyes
I hope some day you can come for a visit
It truly is a beautiful place to be.

Every single day
Every hour
It feels like a chunk of me is missing.
You’re gone
in every essence except that of death
My life is filled, I am consumed with you
The clock is sitting here ticking away
I long to hear your voice
I am blessed to have contact but the letters aren’t enough
You are my home
my inspiration when I am about to throw out the pages
I long for not even words
but the feel of your fingertips as you touch my face
the way your laugh would echo off the walls
all of the little things
Please just come home to me.