I'm there for you when you have downs or even ups
I guess I ought to remember how you hate tales
I tried to reach out to you, I felt alone
you offered no response, until now
and it revealed that in the depths of your misery
some ecstatic news, a tone which I'm so glad for

I just wish I could be met halfway, too
smiles will continue for you, all the way
I wouldn't want you to feel this anguish

a century old letter has fallen to me
from an attic in a forgotten chest
and I uncover the strangest secret things
under this sky, was once a love so great
yet devastating and wild
just like ours

I wonder what happened to them
I dare to think it all worked out
that they rode over the expected
and caught the real deal

there are two sets of letters, those from her and his reponse

we will make it through the tumbles
I don't believe in make your bed and lie down

make your bed, then jump on it
with me!

a pendulum swings too wide and clicks vicious out of time
low brooding in a sealed place that parochial visitors never find
beautiful burden of oval things in an old, worn basket
tartan rectangles neatly capped in your salvation drink
empty nest on a cool, summer's day offers some relief
four sets of foliage gives nice tunes for the little princess
ice chips clink hearty like ships in the dream tumbler
a friend revered turns fiend when eyes burn on horrid tiles
a plate cracks in down slide and ossified barracuda get split
a spooky reminder gets played slowly on a vintage turntable
once fine songs given for free to unwieldy strokes
round and round on the turning thing

and just like that, off you go, like a seal
on your flippers
away from here

you are the one who holds high quality over my meager quantity
dense is your talent as is my head
I spread myself broad to ensure enough red carpet reaches wherever you step
enough softness for you to tread on

I know you don't need a place to fall
it's just you keep yourself in limbo for so long
you won't allow to fall
I will never hurt despite the arrows you shoot my way
you can't trust enough to believe that someone really cares

good to know you're fluid enough
glad to see you can pocket your ego for a while
great to find that I exist for you
for now, that is enough

until you find the red carpet again
beneath your feet

I can feel you want to talk with me as much I do
yet we both hesitate
speechless genius turns out struggler
till sound can claim your voice
you're running circles in my head...... stop!

make up your mind what you want
I'm still ****** as hell at you for leaving me dry out so
do you think my silence means I agree?
no.

I'm quite mad at you, but I love you more
and the vase of flowers I give you, is yours
I've told you before, but you didn't catch it
I cannot turn my back on you, even when you tear speech away.

I long to place my arms around you
and to tell you things I lose courage in
instead these words I fail to utter
fair and square
are found printed beneath my soles

and one day, when I leave
you will find them
in the sands of time

that other time where dreams are allowed to live and breathe
in harmony with the real