How can you know
what she has seen
what he has felt
what I have ached for
when you've never held
In your palms
the stories and the nightmares
we have faced.
How can you know triumph
when the finish line
is merely on the page,
a story from another time?
We were not there.
We did not touch or see or feel or smell.
We did not worship or grieve,
we did not strive for more.
So how can we know
this life from the last,
without ever sipping
from a dangerous past?

There's a calm inside
these wicked eyes
that make them believe
at the end of all things
that people will always have good
inside of them.

It's a perfect mixup
We were thrown together in the storm
twirled into chaos, into loving each other.
You're laughter rings out like ancient bells
helping me learn to be happy again.  
And some days we tear,
and the clouds roll in.
And we forget each other and
why
we
are
here.
But we always find our way back.
No, this is not a love song.
Or a poem.
Or a scripted movie, to be played out
on the big screen for all the world to admire.
No,
we are you and me.
We are so much more.

You're the sky
you're the moon
you're everything people take in
that takes their breath away.
The moment of pure bliss
and peace,
is everything you make them feel.
Your laughter is star dust,
it twinkles and shines bright
in any room you're in
And leaves behind a trail
for them to admire.
There is a universe inside
There is more to you
that we all see
that you may never know.
But I pray
one day
you do.

It's all aligned and thought out,
how to keep hold of the bad.
There is no way to be taught
to forget about the best things
that happened with the worst people.

With all I'm ever going to be.
And I swear that's enough.

The words are not enough,
they're bleeding out,
and
disappear.
The actions stay,
they make their mark
into my skin,
my mind.
It's all for nothing unless you
let it shine.
Unless there is a hand to hold,
Unless you're not alone,
there is nothing left to find.