You are only words On a page. Many if honest. Written in my hand By me. Yet much more than you. Than you'll ever be. Or ever have. These, words on pages They are heavy. Such weight, foolishly waiting. All I have ever had To feel that I had known you. I wrote. I read. Only words on pages. Used to affirm my misery And to believe As proof, reason for my wants parts buried inside those that doubted anyone that was there if I ever really knew you. so many words, you only pages Tear them to confetti. Maybe... One day.
Love- I never felt safe until I met your arms and chest. In that sacred place, I knew that I was finally home. Could lie my head in peace and weep for all the pain I've known.
Wish upon a falling star Many wishes ascending to the sky Looking in the blue black night While waiting for a falling star Catching someone else’s wish from afar.