Every time I see you
It’s like a spark lights up in my eyes.
When you look at me,
My heart skips a beat.

When I see your name on my phone
A smile consumes my face.
When your voice reaches my ears,
My heart melts a little inside.

A touch from you
Is like a million little zaps running down my arm.
When you’re gone
I feel lost and alone.

I could stare at you for hours
And never, ever get bored.
Baby, please don’t leave me.
I need you to stay here with me

Every second that you’re gone,
I replay your words in my head.
Just hold me tight
And never let me go, baby.

Turn around.
Turn your face.
Look me in the eye
And tell me you love me.

Tell me that it wasn’t just a dream.
Let me know
There is a reason
That I keep on missing you.

Help me understand
What’s happening here?
Was it just a dream?
Or was it all reality?

Is there something here?
Or is it all just imagery?
So please tell me now
Otherwise forever hold your peace.

The lone wolf howls through the night.
Despair, pain, hurt.
Longing for the sound of the returning cry.
Painful silence is all he hears.
Agony fills him as he listens into the hushed night.
He’s alone.
Longing for a pack of his own.
Searching for comfort and strength.
The lone wolf runs through the night.
Weak, tired, somber.
Longing for the feel of fur on fur.
Cold wind is all he feels.
Misery creeps through him as he rubs against a tree.
He’s alone.
Aching for the feel of another of his own pack.
Seeking for warmth and companionship.
The lone wolf hunts through the night.
Hungry, watchful, sleepless.
Longing for the smell of playful competition.
Dry leaves are all he smells.
Disquiet overcomes him as he pines for a new smell.
He’s alone.
Thirsting for the smell of a pack.
Scouring for love and friendship.
The lone wolf howls, runs, hunts through the night.
Despair, pain, hurt, weak, tired, somber, hungry, watchful, sleepless.
Longing for the returning cry, the feel of fur on fur, the smell of playful competition.
Painful silence, cold wind, dry leaves are all he knows.
Agony, misery, disquiet flow through him.
He’s alone.
Longing, aching, thirsting for his own pack.
Searching for comfort and strength; seeking for warmth and companionship; scouring for love and friendship.
The lone wolf is all alone.
Searching without finding.
He’s alone.
Without a pack of his own.

You lifted me up.
Took me to a place faraway
A place where I could belong.
  

Up in the clouds
Where the angels soared across the skies
Dancing with fairies.


Finally I felt like I belonged.
I could be me
And not fear what others thought.


After battling with words and swords,
I could rest and let the scars heal.
You lifted me up and I was safe.


Slowly, oh so slowly,
I started to fall.
Slow enough that no one saw.


Now I’m stuck, trying to claw my way out.
Old wounds are reopening,
Blood and tears fall across the ground.


A ground where the devil controls the outcomes,
Where demons crawl
Fighting to be number one.


I realize now, that you only threw me to the winds
Letting me rise up, only to fall again,
And not being there to catch me.


You threw me to the winds
And now I am falling,
Paying the price of trusting you.


You moved on,
Faster than the soaring angels.
Just like the warring demons who won a fight only to move on to the next.


You took your turn
At making me happy
Just like everyone else has.


But just like them
You left me to the dogs
Not wanting to remember that I am just another person.


But now,
Now it is my turn.
My turn to move forward.


I’m on my own
But for once,
I’m not afraid.


I can look up at the sky
And see the outlines of the angels and fairies.
Finally, I can see where I am to go.


You may have thrown me to the winds
And left me to fall
But now I know.


So thank you.
It’s my turn to move on,
Now that I know where to go.


You had your turn,
So now,
I guess it is my turn to move on from here.