Always remember
That the books
Who are the most worn
The most torn and ripped
The most broken

Those books are that way
Because everyone loved them
For what was inside

The space between
your fingers,
your breaths,
is there room enough
for me to find
a little place?
because love is not
a person
nor is it a chase.
Love is a soul
that invites people
inside
to say grace.
For every ounce of
love that leaves
its trace
upon that soul
who says,
"Come there's room enough."
you're home.

how can I feel so alone
when there's stars hanging over my head?
without a sound, they're here, all the time.
shining on.
but even the stars have their moon,
and the moon, his sun.
they feel celestial all the time.
they sing in harmony, I see it when I look above,
when I have the ocean in my eyes.
no-one can tell.

I am definitely living
I just don't feel very alive

Words by words
You're building bridges
From my mind into my heart

©IGMS

you fooled me with your eyes
you snuck into my dreams
ensuring my demise
poisoning my mind

and now I can't look away
from eyes that won't see me
I'm left paralyzed
by a ghost who won't see my eyes

my thoughts are poison veins
your memory is my pain
you've never even seen me
though you haunt my every move

and now I can't look away
from eyes that won't see me
I'm left paralyzed
by a ghost who won't see my eyes

I'm left paralyzed
ensuring my demise
you snuck into my dreams
and fooled me with your eyes