I would paint you a picture of us standing there in the pouring rain. You with your blue jeans and checkered shirt smiling while holding me close and telling me that you won't let go.

*If only I could paint.

The cold side of the bed seems so far away,
Wrapped in the sheets are the sounds of breathing,
Pieces of you and I still smoulder in the ashtray,
Tobacco kisses and shots of *** in the evening.
Exorcisms couldn't even lift the haunting presence
Of a heavy heart which carries the weight of worlds.

My father once told me
"In life, you either sink or swim."

     I wasn't expecting the water to be so deep.
So I keep treading and holding my breath; Waiting to be pulled under by all the promises I never kept.

Am I asleep, am I awake?
When I saw you, I felt something so special
And all those daydreams where I pictured you
I've never felt like this before
Cause lately I've been dreaming about you a lot

Truly, Madly, Deeply I am falling for you
I'm not sure about what makes you so beautiful
But I know it's gotta be you
For you got that one thing within you

I wish we could stay up all night
So we can dance the best song ever
For me everything you do is magic
How I wish you were my last first kiss

Every time I see you my tongue gets tied
Cause you are so irresistible
I know that we've only met
But can we pretend it's love?
I wish you could be my summer love
Cause nobody compares to you
In the way you stole my heart

I may not be tall as Harry Styles
I may no possess Louis Tomlinson's angelic voice
I may never be as cool as Liam Payne
Or as cute as Niall Horan
I may not even wear my fedora as Zayn Malik does
I know that I am no part of One Direction and I never will be
But one thing's for sure, you are my one direction

Tell me child what's the matter why don't you ever smile. Every-time I see you your face is hidden Beneath that frown. Has someone hurt you? Or Can't you see? What is it boy c'mon you can tell me. I'll keep it a secret pinky promise I swear! His eyes told the tale for his voice was made to fail. With his hand on my shoulder he expressed his thoughts. Sorrow, pain, and judgement, but most of all loss. I couldn't understand it this child whom I thought what just a little tot. He knew so much more then I ever could see, his blue eyes they looked as if they where in a dream. No words yet uttered his story still streamed. This boy had no family he was all his own, he had never found that one place to call his true home. As I welled up inside this small boy began to cry. His tears warm to my finger I could see inside like a picture. The small boy he had only one friend, but fate had not abide to the small boys cries as he watched his friend die, even though he tried he could not revive his friend he felt he let him die. Broken as he fell before the large metal door that protected our cell. All these years, these years that he lied and said he was alright fell before me like stars in the night sky. This young lad had, had it so rough I could not imagine another to survive through this kind of stuff. Collapsed on the floor just like in the days of the bullies he abhorred curled holding his head. Never ending it seemed his downfalls they gleamed. But I soon hit the floor for the last of his horrors had hit a spot so sweet. He had watched them die from the shelter they had shown. His parents they cried as they knew he would survive to be haunted alone. I could not stop I cried and I cried for I had finally seen. That this was no boy image or thought. but a vision of myself replayed throughout my dreams.