Love is a stupid, silly thing
That makes us cry and sometimes sing.
I know you a little, or maybe a lot,
But can't you understand? I love you not.
It hurts for me to say this,
But you know it's true - we missed.
A friend is now a stranger,
There is no safety, only danger.
Like the dark time of night,
There's no warmth or light
In your eyes that I can see,
So let me forget and be free.
Because I won't stand here forever.
I loved you once; loved you for never.
Closing my eyes and standing still,
I know that I don't love you, but I always will.

The faces stare blankly ahead,
No thoughts of where their feet tread.
I walk among them, lost and forsaken.
We faces have nothing; our souls have been taken
By the lives of other masked faces,
By the lies that breach even the most secure places.
Slowly our lives ebb away...
We cannot move nor can we stay.
So silently we wander through the streets,
Ignoring everything we see and everyone we meet,
Only concerned about the face in the mirror;
An image reflected as blankly as a white sheet of paper.

I look at our faces frozen in time,
There were flowers in my hair and a gleam in your eye.
We were smiling,
Busy enjoying the moment that is now long past.
If it weren’t for these blocks of frozen time,
I’d’ve forgotten your face or the reason we were smiling in the first place.
And it seems to me that even these won’t do,
Because I can’t remember your voice,
Or what you said when we left.
And now all I have are these substitutes
That can’t bring you back to me
Or stop me from moving farther away.
I thought they’d help me remember;
They only remind me what I’m going to forget.
Because the day will come when I won’t look at these pictures anymore,
And you won’t be anything more than a shadow in my past,
A shadow that I can’t see.
And although I cry for you now, my tears will fade too,
As will yours.
And we will both wither into each other’s minds
Until we are no more than squares of images
Of a moment in a time when I remembered you
And you remembered me.

A Heartbeat, pounding out the rhythm of life
Counting happiness and sorrow and strife
Steady and strong or weak and fading
Life and death always trading
The pounding that is senseless, yet carefully measured
In minutes and moments treasured;
Like when I’m leaning on your chest,
With my eyes closing in a peaceful rest,
I hear your heartbeat pound on surely
Lulling me to sleep, like a good-night story.
And I think how precious it is, that sound I’m hearing
Because the moment it stops is a moment I’m fearing.
I’d like to listen to your heart forever,
I don’t want to say goodbye, not now or ever.
So hold me close to your heart beat strong
And love me for countless heartbeats long.