I shudder to think
Yet that is all I do

Let the sun go down with your anger
They can fight over who will keep the other warm

It's the keeping on that breaks you
It wears you out
As does tread on a tire
The rubber has met the road

Another man's bread
Has nothing to do with how you set your own table

I wanted to breathe with my heart, whispering...

I hope you find your happiness
I hope to God you make your healing
If love was tangible
It would be a blanket to keep you warm on the nights so cold and soulless
It would be the way home on the night of the weakest moon
It would be my hand winding through yours like a vine

A dreamer kisses a canves, because even if there is no beauty to be seen in something, it can be made
A vessel, no less, no greater than the intentions
Just as the hands who work it are folded in prayer

I wanted to breathe with my heart
Wanted to kiss with my hands
I'm learning to love though
As only a fool can

These tears have built more towers
Than your hands ever could

It brings tears to my eyes
That you love the words of a broken heart so
So much

Hell has developed quite the appetite

I have peace in my soul
When I lay in the grass and face the sun
Such is the same in my heart
When I look you in the eyes

You have a wanderers smile
The feet that have made a thousand memories
I see the twinkle in your eyes
I cannot help but wonder
If it used to be brighter
This day is overcast
So you have become such yourself
Weariness will follow you
Chase you, to nip at your heels
Is this why you go on?
To be just one step ahead of yesterday
Yet never home
Oh how humble the journey of a broken heart
With no one to kiss you goodbye
Every day a new open door
Yet a candlelight shadow
Whispers into your dreams
That you will never sleep
As you did next to the warmth of another body
Of one more fortunate that your own,
To the wishes of the world
Still you give and have given of yourself
Like pennies in a jar
A little bit at once
Though no less in your intentions
The day will come
As they always do
Just as the full moon rises
On the back of the sun
The day will come
When you will lay your head to rest
In the green of a field
Barren of troubles
Laid waste of trials
The day will come
Though she is not here yet

No one told me sadness felt like this
I cannot help but wonder if they did not know

This is why I feel so alone

I worshiped your skin
A church to enter
A place to pray
Forever humbled
Let me honour you

You were moss thoughts - growing on the trees
In my mind - just a garden of weeds