I'm sorry if I smiled at you.
I know that you don't like that anymore
but it's just that
it was an accident.

And I'm sorry if I smiled at you
but
I just got confused
because
I saw your eyes,
They were there, on your face,
And
they were exactly the same
eyes that used to be on
your face, you see,
In those times
when they used to smile at me.
And they were exactly the same eyes
that used to look at me
like I was your favourite person.
And they were exactly the same eyes,
And

...Except that they don't do that now,
And I know that,
And that's why I'm sorry
if I smiled at you,
But surely
you can understand my confusion,
You see,
it was simply human instinct
to smile at something I knew.

And I suppose I just assumed
(and I suppose I was wrong)
that perhaps they might remember
me too,
And I wasn't thinking,
It was automatic...
But I'm sorry,
I shouldn't be making excuses,
I should have remembered
that you don't do that anymore.

I'm sorry if I smiled at you,
I just
don't know what happened.

Can you hear it?
The big echoing boom?
Can you hear it, as it thunders right through the room?

Ah yes the thunder,
there before, during, and after the rain,
it's the sound of anger masking the pain.

The thunder it roars, and echos deep,
it's there when we don't want it, and there when we do,
it's an ever longing sound, that's meant just for you.

The thunder, hear it roll across,
the thunder, the thunder, listen as it claps.

The thunder is mighty,
for such a late reply,
but once it booms, and shakes the earth, that means you missed the sky.

For the thunder only comes,
following the flash,
like the clean slate on a rainbow, after the settling of the ash.

The thunder is here,
and yet it beckons near,
it's the sound we dislike,
but a song we hold dear.

Our own thunder.

How?
Just how?
Did you know,
past my smiles and reassurance,
through my antics and all,
that underneath, behind my eyes, that I was in pain,
I was taking a fall.

How did you know?

You saw right through me,
like no one else could,
you sent me words of reassurance,
like no one else would.

So how did you know?

I hid it so well, no one else could catch on,
yet there you were,
to catch me,
before I was long and gone.

How did you know?

It's unnatural,
uncanny,
nearing impossible!
How you do what you do,
but I'm glad you did,
I'm really, really glad, that you knew.

But did you know?

You're my secret confessor,
though neither of us know it yet.
Because now with you,
I know my heart is set.

I can show you the things,
that only I hide below,
because it seems I just can't hide it,
because you always seem to know.

I Love... You.

But you'll never know.

The worries of yesterday have left for vacation
"I will not fear!"  Was todays proclamation
Although I still know that things must be done
Today is the day for adventure and fun!
Drop what you're doing, leave dreary days behind
If we go off together, perhaps we might find
New creatures, new places, new wonders untold
Or ruins, relics, remnants of old!
A good day is one with your face in a book
Yet, you'll miss things, unless of course you look
Upon all of the wonders He has created for you
And the things He has yet to reveal, too.