what is it liked to be loved?
to hear those words,
must be like the whole world is dancing
and singing with you.
and when those three words
swim into your ear
your body will sigh.
goosebumps will trickle down your back
and it would feel like you're
finally at peace with yourself.
they wouldn't judge your flaws,
you know someone wants your time, body and soul
and they'll adore every atom and molecule in your body.
it must make you shine so bright and every single
cell in your body would beam with joy.

you're the only one I look to for advice
for when I am low.
I can go forward and I do know which way i'm facing,
but i'm scared.
will I ever get there?
If you were here today, you'd help me so
like you've helped all the poor souls,
through your songs that will never die.
they shout out your name all the time.
and will do for eternity
as you never leave a persons mind.
and if you were still here today,
the world would be smiling
as we'd share the same air and share the same dreams.
*you're not the only one.

there's not a day that goes by where I say
to myself
"you were beautiful"
you still are.
how the world would be blessed if
you caressed our hearts with your songs today.
you created love when you sang your songs.
The man who played his magical sitar
and his weeping guitar.

where do you go when you find out that
your dreams are not dreams,
but are terrors that wake you in the night.
I heard living was easy with eyes closed,
but now i'm haunted with fear
on both sides.

everyone's left
without you
and you're all alone.
lonely girl,
don't cry.
you'll get there, eventually.
okay?