And I bleed red
And I cry clear
As I feel warmth
And all my fear.
I watch my life
Go disappear.
And I feel loss
When you're not here.

But I know now
I'm not alone...

We all bleed red.
We all cry clear.
And we're all warm
Away from fear.
We watch our lives
Go disappear
And we feel loss
While we stay here.

We're only human.

Although I will move along
And each day I'll live anew
The fact is I'll spend the
Rest of my life missing you.

Memories flood my mind and
As they run, my tears do, too;
The flashing of images
Is the lightning coming through
And the pounding in my head
Is the thunder ready to
Explode as my tears rain down;
My clear skies and sun were you.

Never trust a photograph;
That smile is nothing but posed;
Those eyes hide much pain and tears;
One cannot see behind closed
Doors and for the many years
Of life beyond that sly face
Is the soul that fell from grace.

Your laugh filled the void in the room,
The sweetest sound to bless my ears
And I remember that shy smile;
You were so happy, those few years.

Oh yes, and when you got angry,
Which we all know you did plenty
You were Medusa- looks could ****;
Your passion never did empty.

You were always so proud of me
But always kept pushing further,
As though you knew things we didn't
And I thank you for that each day...

Each day, I live without you now;
Each day, I think of you somehow;
I hope that if you can see me here
You'd be proud like you said you'd be.

I miss you.

You are such a stalker--
Or at least your ghost is;
It keeps following me
Closer than my shadow.
I feel your breath on me.
I hear it in my ears,
I just can't see it now
Since you're right behind me.

Some people would be scared,
Others at least anxious
But you'd never hurt me;
You didn't when you could.

At night in the dark halls
I swear I see a hint,
A sliver of you, quick,
As I change direction.
My memory is clear
As it haunts my present
And perhaps I see you--
Your ghost, to cope with the
Loss.

I find it strange when I look at photographs
And find one of you and me and where we smile
To think once there were butterflies rushing wild
Now I can't even recognize my own face
I see the resemblance, but she is ugly
I can't recall your lips nor do I wish to
Let alone your touch, your smell, your voice, nor proof...
Of why I should ever have liked you at all.

Now I know his scent, his strength, his kiss, his love
And I hear his words say my name and I smile
We have our own photographs now, a real stack
And I skip to those and I see myself there
And I know I am beautiful; I belong.