She sits besides me,
A smile on her face.
Her hair dangles playfully,
Across her lips.

She whispers her words,
In a silent scream.
That make me believe,
They're meant only for me.

Her hazelnut eyes,
Haunt my sweetest dreams.
Her cherry red lips,
Right out of my fantasy.

But in those eyes,
I see a silent quest.
A shout for cry,
A slight unrest.

An unseen tear,
Rolls gently down.
As she laughs,
About a time long gone.

Her sorrow is meant,
For her alone.
Or so she feels,
To brave the world so cold.

I touch her hand,
She looks at me.
The smile it flickers,
Just like an autumn breeze.

I look at her,
Without a blink.
As she looks down,
At her drink.

And there in the moment,
All was said.
She knew, I knew,
All that was unsaid.

And as she stared,
Through her hazel brown eyes.
Our worlds together,
It seems did collide.

But like the moon,
Never meets the sun.
This love story,
Was over before it begun.

Her hand it slipped,
back down below.
Her eyes they shut,
To leave mine alone.

As she walked out,
I stood there alone.
My cigarette my company,
My thoughts ran cold.

She disappeared then,
For when i met her.
She wasn't 'she',
She had become another her.

Incomplete thoughts.
Incomplete songs.
Incomplete lies.
Incomplete fights.
Incomplete love.
Incomplete souls.
Incomplete me.
Incomplete whole.

Till our worlds collide.
I'm incompletely yours.

The moon so full,
Up and high.
I feel a thought,
In me pry,
It feels unreal,
To live this life,
When all around me,
Futility flys.

Who'd have thought,
That in this room,
I'd become a man,
By changing moods.
The beard, the voice,
The look so tall,
It makes you not,
More than a boyish brood.

The truth we seek,
Is in our souls,
Our heart it beats,
To it's rhythmic fall.
So hear it now,
Before you lie,
About the man,
You claim to die.

A slight brush of your hair,
Your daunting smile.
A wordless conversation,
Within our mind.

I know you're there,
You know my name.
The side hellos,
They make my day.

My mind it works,
At pell-mell speeds.
To find some words,
So we can speak.

But alas this story,
It never ends.
The conversations,
They never begin.

A silent sigh,
I breath it low.
You know my name,
You said hello.

The words so sharp,
They're cold and deep.
In your heart,
I thought you'd keep.

Those few words,
Are yours alone.
Please don't sing,
This broken song.

I flew with you,
To such great heights.
But alone I fall,
The ground in sight.

I hear your laugh,
So shrill and loud.
You broke me up,
Without remorse.

Now I walk,
In defeat.
Those few words,
Still haunting me.

A driving force, that digs deep.
I fear his heart, in a glass you keep.
The shallow hope, that burns within.
A sightless guard, you've found in him.
A kindling high, you do not fear.
To give the man, who's lived in tears.
Your two kind words, are more to him.
Than scrooge's wealth, that never grows thin.
A smile, a laugh a thoughtless kiss.
Is all he needs to reminisce.
Of the time he knew a driving force.
The girl who left his heart so cold.