a reaction to tears showed sense to a wistful mind
reassurance supersedes laughter
in times when you need to hear
"I am here"
and it's only for you

tomorrow there will be new hours to act as children
amongst music notes and bashful whispers
of what might become

softly, fleetly
tickle, treat me
new warmth here
that loves me sweetly
what was comfort
now is strange
round two's arrived
please don't change

when you turned I didn't ****,
just froze;
maybe you're in there,
who knows?

I challenged you to a duel
But you sank as though the concrete were quicksand
Before having drawn your sword

Though I walk with my head held high,
shoulders back,
smile bright
down that hallway of window lights,
each time I meet your eyes it hurts so much to look up again
To see you walking away
with someone else
rather than feeling your approach behind
me.

Always thinking of the people to come
Who will be unconsciously affected by my ghosting traces of life
Never stopping to think of the ghosts
Which surround my pacing feet, and flexing lungs
With each step they take, and breath they gulp

There's nothing like a warm breeze blanket to wake up wrapped in
Nothing like a rhythmic stomp on sand to be made aware of your strength
There's nothing like a first touch, smile, or warm hand
Nothing like a hope of love or fate