I found myself by losing you. My heart doesn't stop cause we're not together anymore. Losing you was the worst thing that happened to me, but at the same time it was the beginning of a journey of finding who I really was. All these past years of searching who I was I found it when I lost you. I had to learn to live without you and start living for me. I don't need anyone but myself. I might have lost you, but in the process I found myself.

You're my center piece at the gallery
All of the other pieces focus on a detail of you
Your eyes creates a window into your heart
The hand sculpture gives you a warm and fuzzy feeling just like when I first held your hand
The heart is a surrealistic painting with locks all over protecting it from intruders  
The background music is the sound of your voice
Everything goes back to the center, you

Imagine this... You've been reading this book for awhile now and you're not really interested anymore, but you still keep reading it.  One day you pick up a complete different book and skim through it, it seems interesting. It's interesting. Very interesting. You start reading it and now you can't take your eyes off the book. You even lose sleep cause of it. You just wanna keep reading and reading. The book never gets boring and you definitely don't want to put it down. You're drawn to that book very much. All you do all day at work is think about this new book you have and can't wait to get home and read some more.
You've left the old book behind and don't even want to read it because you've realized that you've been reading something that won't change and it doesn't interests you. You've moved on. Now you're only focused on the new one and that's the only one you want to read nothing else.
You're my new book.

Once again you're invading my mind
I try to close my eyes and there you are
Like shining stars lighting up the sky so bright
There's definitely something about you that won't let me sleep tonight
Again I try to fall asleep, but this time all I hear is your voice
I guess I have no choice but not sleep tonight

I was yours
You were mine
At one point in time
Our lives intersected
I loved you once
I still think of you
Go through all the memories
I wish I could have froze time
Because then I was yours and you were mine

-crazzypoet

Her heart is a work of art

Her mind is an infinite galaxy

Her soul is a beautiful poem

Her voice is my drug feeding my addiction...Her