i feel like a music box,
only coming alive to your touch,
when you go away,
so do i,
to a place in my mind,
where it's cold and dark,
but there you are again,
with your golden fingers,
lighting me up,
and bringing the song to my lips,
letting me live.

i love you from the bottom of my heart,
i hope this love never tears us apart,
you light me up,
remember the teacups?
we're meant to be,
like snow on my ski's,
you're perfect,
when i see you we just click,
i only see you in my future,
with your awful sense of humor,
i bet this all sounds super cheesy and cliche,
but it's because the cliche is true,
it all applies,
i love you.

the rock is revived by the water that crashes,
the water that swirls and twirls and lashes,
the same can be said of our own lives,
revived by the words and stanzas and lines,
but beware of the snares and beware of the knives,
because they are the people that want us to hide.

Lifes tragically hard
more things going wrong

Sometimes I do wonder
how sorrowful
the lyrics would be
if written as a song

A song of great love
friendship
contentment
and trust

Of passion
happiness
beauty
and
lust

Of illness  
tragedy
loneliness
and fear

Of anger
confusion
and heartbreak
over the one I hold dear

What sad lyrics they'd be
If my life with you
were a song