You were in the hospital.
I spent every minute I could right by your side.
When your parents left the room I would kiss you.
Later,
You asked me why I was there
I replied, "because I will always be here"
You said, "So, even if I'm married to another guy you'll still be there?"
I said, "of course because you just mean that much to me"
I will always be there when you need me.

Even though eventually we both might move on
There will always be a section of my heart that will be yours
I won't ever fully let go
not because I can't
but because I don't want to
for now
I want to spend every minute I can by your side
so I can kiss you when your parents leave the room
and tell you I will always be here
and assure you that everything will be alright

She fooled me into thinking she loved me
She fooled me into thinking it was true
I was fooled into loving and caring
I did all those things just for you

I was kneeling with my arms open wide
My body was broken and so was my mind
I needed a place that I could hide
I kept on waiting and waiting
True love is what I needed to find

She put her arms tight all around me
And she pulled me right out of the sand
She brushed all the dirt off my shoulders
I told her that I was still broken
But still, she offered me her hand

Her words they glued me together
Her touch I will know forever
Her love made me good as new
I said, “Darling I will do anything for you”

I know in my heart that she loves me
I know in my heart that it’s true
I will always be loving and caring
Darling, I will do anything for you

He was thinking about someone special. He was thinking about her, but she didn't know. His feelings were obscure, but his goal was clear. He misses her. The happiness that is brought to him by her mere presence was shocking. He cherishes those moments, for whatever hardships may face him in the future, he can look back on those moments with a smile and maybe things won't be so hard anymore. He would much rather face them with her by his side because her presence brings so much more happiness than a memory.

He could hear her heart singing out of tune or maybe it was just her eyes singing the blues. The eyes that brought him a smile every time he saw them. They were eyes that were as beautiful and perfect as the rest of her. He realized that they were empty, he realized she was empty. Her little smiles turned blank and she was gone. He new he had do something he always had feelings for the girl with the beautiful eyes.
        He asked her to join him for a night. He pulled his ***** records off the shelf. He knew her blood was on the line. He asked her for what could potentially be a last dance, for what could be her last dance. He took her hands and held her close. They were the only people in the room. He felt like they were the only two in the world. They danced until the scratchy record stopped and when they finished he kissed her cheek.
      For the first time in awhile her little smile was no longer blank, but filled with joy and her eyes were filled with happiness. He took the girl with the beautiful eyes and looked into them and kissed her. It knocked her off her feet but he was there to catch her. She knew from then on that he would always be there to catch her.

Maybe one day
Everything will be settled and we can go on with whom we are
With what we have
Content with what’s in our lives
Never looking back on the fact
That we’re all we had in the first place

It’s the fine line between being
Sincere and insane
That’s defines us as who we are
Not who we were

Now put down the blade
And put away your shame
And know
That we can find comfort
In something other than the bottom of a bottle
Or smoke that leaves our lips

Don’t slash your wrists
So you can add color to the bleak existence
And while you stand there wondering whether or not
You should kick out the chair below you
Remember you’re not alone

Let the bluebird in your heart roam
For mine is weighted down by my thoughts and sorrows
But yours can still be free
It’s not to late
It will never ever be to late

I look up to you everyday.

Both metaphorically,
And now unfortunately,
Literally.

But I'll never stop looking.

The darkness can consume me,
The pain blind my eye.
The turmoil blur my vision.
The weight force my eyelids close.

You were the first thing I layed my eyes on.

And I still haven't seen anything as beautiful since.

And even though it saddens me that I can't physically see your face anymore,

I'll never stop looking.

Sometimes I sit here,
Wanting to cry.

But I can't.

And sometimes,
I sit here,
And the tears sneak up on me from out of nowhere.

And there's no way that I,

A small paper sailboat, floating aimlessly in my own sorrow,

Can survive the force of the typhoon coming from my eyes.