You were good at
                                               flying                      
                                                                ­                away

                                           ­                                     I lay flat
                                                            ­                    against
                                     ­                                           the
                  ­                                                              ear­th

The day the sun scorched
                                                     your                
                                            ­                                 wings
                                                           ­                                y
                                                               ­                                o
                                                               ­                                    u
                                    
                                                                ­                                       f
                                                               ­                                      e
                                                               ­                                       l
                        ­                                                                 ­               l

                                               ­                                            and I was there
                                                           ­                                      to meet you

                                                            ­                            We can rest now,
                                                            ­                                                 love.
          
                                                                ­                        We can rest               
                                             ­                                                           forever.

You can't draw misery
Like you can draw a house
You can't draw pain
Like you can draw a mouse.

You can't draw hurt
Like you can draw rain
You can't draw crazy
Like you can draw sane.

You can't draw tears
And you can't draw sorrow
But if you need a model,
Here's a heart that you can borrow.

You can't draw scars
Like you can draw perfection
*** unlike flawless,
"Ugly's an infection."

The thing about love
Is it heals every hurt
And sometimes it gets better
Even when it feels worse

The thing about love
Is there's someone to share
All of your hopes,
Your hurts and your cares.

The thing about love
Is if it's true, it lasts
It pulls you back together
Like an arm in a cast.

Whole again
Broken again
Lost?
Found?

Smile again
Frown again
Lies?
Truth?

Laugh again
Cry again
Hurt?
Help?

So many
Different
Feelings
I can't
Remember
Which is good
And which is bad.

All I know is
The bad always comes back.


I can't wait for the good to return.

I just do not get
How you can insult others
And when I tell you
How much it absolutely
Hurts all of our hearts
I am the one in the wrong.

When I can't sleep
And the darkness won't close in
Hovering ever close
But never touching me

I close my eyes
And think of my fondest memories of you.
Only then am I able
To **** the black into the recesses
Of my mind
And finally
Rest
Peacefully