It is Sunday and
there is nothing but the newspaper
and last nights clothing
scattered on the floor

A trail to the bedroom
from the front door
where little feet and big feet
are tangled, hanging off
the edge of the bed

Sweat on your brow and
my ***** fingernails
from when we crash landed
inside of each other

Seeking safety
in the middle of the night
and I can still taste
the salt of your skin
where it lingers

And you can feel me
from your shoulders
to the small of your back
as I trace
with my lips,
the road maps of where I have been

It is Sunday and
there is nothing but the newspaper
and the way you make me feel
like I am drowning
in the sweetest painful joy

Run away to Boston,
gonna find my future there.
Run away to Boston.
With all my heart, it's yours to bare.

We're running away to Boston
and reaping what we've sewn.
We've run away to Boston.
Onwards, eastwards we have grown.

You are a distant dream
that when in thought,
twists my stomach into knots.
     I can still see your eyes
     as they twinkled at night,
     under the sky's starlight.
     And still feel your skin
     brushed up against mine,
     as we laid together entwined.

You are a deafening scream
that brings a shock,
to everything I had forgot.
     I can still hear your voice
     and the love it rejoiced,
     while I still had a choice.
     And still smell your scent
     on the last day we left,
     with an old life to reinvent.

You are a distant sea
that kisses the shores
I rest upon no more.
     I can still taste the air
     and the grapes we had shared,
     when the summer was bare.
     And still it all swells
     whispering of it's tales,
     as I struggle these spells.

You are a distant dream
who always returns to me
and robs me of my sleep,
while I try to break free
and come at peace
with all of the love that once loved me.

the more you hate
the more you waste
the more you lose control

There’s the man walking alone,
who’s a friend I've known for long
With things that happened around you,
the sadness won’t be blew

I see the blood in your eyes,
I see the love in disguise,
I see the pain hidden in your pride,
and you are not satisfied.

Sadness, lonelyness, sorrows,
the dreams have died, the hope has died.
Existence with no reasons.
Your life’s just passing within each season.

I see the truth in your lies,
I see the guilt beneath the shame,
I see your soul through your window pane,
and nobody’s by your side...

Everything happened just doesn't seem right,
Is it just a dream, or my own reflection on the broken mirror...?

Wanting, waiting, wishing
if only you could see.
I gaze, I craze, I change my ways
hoping you will notice me.

For I am no beauty queen,
far from it at the least.
handsome you are but not am I
My chance has been decreased

You would probably find me crazy
if you found out how I have felt.
But who is to blame for this one?
Love cannot be dealt.

I am no good with relationships.
But love, I can offer it.

Give me a pen,
I will write you a novel.
Give me a boat,
I will sail you across the seven seas.

Just give me your affection,
and pull me close.
I can give you my fragile heart
if you promise to love me your most.

When words are the only thing
To describe yourself
When words is all you have
The dreaded feeling
The pleading to others
To see
To realize
Your not what you want to be..