You, love, and I,
(He whispers) you and I,
And if no more than only you and I
What care you or I?

Counting the beats,
Counting the slow heart beats,
The bleeding to death of time in slow heart beats,
Wakeful they lie.

Cloudless day,
Night, and a cloudless day;
Yet the huge storm will burst upon their heads one day
From a bitter sky.

Where shall we be,
(She whispers) where shall we be,
When death strikes home, O where then shall we be
Who were you and I?

Not there but here,
(He whispers) only here,
As we are, here, together, now and here,
Always you and I.

Counting the beats,
Counting the slow heart beats,
The bleeding to death of time in slow heart beats,
Wakeful they lie.

I write about love,
I write about my mother,
I write about the early years,
The flowers and the valentines,
I write about your smile,
Pretend it is something heaven sent,
That your skin held all my secrets,
and that we asked for nothing in return,
I write if nothing to be honest,
For my pen holds every truth I know,
Remember this when you choose to forget,
For I do not know how

wrong words, you know I never meant to hurt you // wrong words, you think I argue too much // wrong words, I don't have much to say anymore // wrong words, no one's gonna love me // wrong words, I think you hate me // wrong words, you say I'm paranoid // wrong words, I don't even write real poetry // wrong words, the right ones have left me // wrong words... "living isn't my thing"

I always thought I preferred the night
I love the way my eyes look in daylight
but in the glory of the moonlight my infatuation goes to the way your eyes looked, looking at me
like there was no place you'd rather be