There was a life
There was a love
There was a time I'm thinking of
There was just this
Just happiness

And now it's gone
It's gone......

I turned around
And you weren't there
No sun shines anywhere
Just loneliness
There was your kiss

And now it's gone
It's gone....

This is interesting
My heart is writhing
I desire to see him
But the thought of that being a reality makes me depressed
This clearly doesn't make sense
I think my anxious mind needs some rest

In his presence
I cannot breath
And yet, I do not want to leave
If a smile is all we exchange
I spend the rest of the day in a happiness I cannot explain

I soak in a bath of self imposed pain
And I very well think this negativity is vain
When he beholds me in his eyes I hope I seem sane
His merely speaking my name
Makes me fall a part
And I have to pick myself up in shame
I just cannot explain...

It's like dying and being reborn
Like being an exploding star
Cascading neuropeptides dancing with my human heart
Signals like fireworks go off in my brain
When he's near
And he can't hear the craziness going on inside,
but I still fear

I feel you're a flower at the end of the day

When the sun has gone down and it's hidden away

All it's beauty is hidden, in a ball, oh so tight

Away from our gaze, this just isn't right

I howl at the moon to shine brighter on you

But it won't heed my cry so what can I do?

I'll stay by your side and be your bright light

Always the gift of your beauty,  in sight

Let me kiss your worries away.
I promise, baby,
that everything will be okay.

Let me hug you tight.
It's you and me, babe,
'Til the end, we'll fight.

Let me treasure your heart.
I'll be careful, my dear.
Take care of it, I must.

Let me spend my days with you.
I'll never leave your side, love.
I swear to you, this will remain true.
(p)

There is a place
where thoughts are left for dead
Unseen, unheard
Unwritten, and unsaid
A dark place deep
In the dismal abyss of the head
Where the cold bites sharply
And shadows scream
with voices so high
They cannot be heard
except for above,
only in the sky.
I have a castle there,
I built a palace out of words
And underneath,
below the dungeons filled with traitorous thoughts
Under the bellies of my demons
There is a place
where thoughts are left for dead
Unseen, unheard,
Unwritten, and unsaid.

The next words that I write could go sweet or go sour

They could last for mere minutes or go on for an hour

There's a power I have when I start to create

It can be somewhat awful or truly be great

I try to pick words so a picture they paint

Sometimes there is color and sometimes there ain't

I hope what I write, in the end, makes you feel

Like a diner who's about, to consume a great meal

If you're happy and full when you leave from my table

Then I'll continue to write, as long as I'm able!