In a room full of people,
yet you feel alone.

Always in the house,
but you never feel at home.

The one you dream of
doesn't know you're there.

And you care too much,
when nobody seems to care.

You are sitting still
but your mind is racing.

Your face seems calm
but you heart is pacing.

You are alive,
but feel so dead.

You exist in the world,
but only live inside your head.

The touch of the sunlight,
the warmth of the water
dancing around our ankles,
smell the salt in the air,
fresh and clean and pure.
Little tastes of happiness.
But it's never enough for you.

You think that happiness is a state,
like liquid or gas, something you stay in.
But happiness is in the fleeting moments,
the laughter of friends,
hot chocolate, sweet and smooth
with little marshmallows.

Dancing in the rain,
wearing your favorite shirt,
a walk through the woods,
a hug just a little longer than usual,
the warmth of someone else's arms.
These fleeing moments are
where you find happiness.

The broken pieces of my heart make his a whole

Air ?
I feel it
Your voice ?
I hear it
Passion ?
It's filling up
my broken
bones.
Cocoon ?
Turned into
a pretty butterfly.
Light ?
I see it and feel
it pouring on my
face.
Fingers ?
Caressing my
skin.
Love ?
It was the only
thing i believed
in.
You ?
You saved me
from myself and
heard my desperate
cries on those
dark lonely nights* ~

Your love is like...

Helium

It changed the

Voice

Of my heart

Making love to you was never about us lying naked in bed.
Making love to you was whenever our foreheads rested on each other
And our heads were gently tucked carefully on our necks.