When things are right in your world,
you let yourself into mine.
When the time is convenient for you,
you give some of yours to me.

Maybe you don't want to burden me
with problems you deem to be large,
but instead of pushing me away, pull me in
and let me help bear the weight.

You had to know how I felt,
everyone else knew.
Still you left you me crawling around,
blindly fumbling in dark rooms.

You had to hear me call out your name,
everyone else heard.
But still my voice became raw,
as my screams echoed across canyons.

You had to feel some of what I was,
I felt it when you laughed.
But the laughter paused for too long,
left a ringing in my ears.

It's girls like her I envy.
The in place hair,
the flawless skin.
The tiny waist,
the long legs.
The easy laugh,
the wealthy family.

But there's one thing I envy most:
she gets you.

I saw your smile from across the patio,
it lit up the night.
I heard your laugh as I talked with friends,
it rang in my ears.
I glanced your way and my heart stopped,
blood ceased to flow.

I didn't know you'd be here.

I long to touch your lips,
I long to hear your voice saying my name.
I long to feel your heart beat in time with mine.

I saw your smile from across the patio,
I saw you smile for her.
I heard your laugh as I talked with friends,
I heard you laugh for her.
I glanced your way and my heart stopped,
I heard your heart stop for her.

I didn't know you'd be here.
I didn't know you'd be here.

This heart is fragile,
bearing a sign 'Handle With Care',
but it has been thrown around,
hammered with wear and tear.

Just when it's patched,
and packaged for shipment,
the box gets dropped,
and the result is torment.

The last delivery scheduled,
not all that too long ago,
the recipient assumed to be a man,
with hopes of becoming beau.

He left the box unopened,
left the package out in the rain,
nothing but a selfish boy,
who created all this pain.

What has he done to this girl,
'Handle With Care' is no longer readable,
she longed for just one kiss,
but thoughts of love are now inconceivable.

His laugh promised happiness,
but the pieces no longer fit together,
her heart stranded out in the storm,
unable to sustain the weather.

With every call he rejects,
she applies more stitching,
hoping one day, one night,
he will realize all that he is missing.

it came on the wind
flow of creativity
words meant just for you

I just have to say,
if things don't work out with her,
give me a call one day.

You know I'd find a way,
no matter where I might be at,
to go to you and there I would stay.

A few more words, if I may,
when the weather rolls in
and our skies become cloudy and grey

Under the covers with you I'd lay,
I wouldn't leave for just one storm,
with you forever I would stay.