You get it...
And that's what I love about you
You get it
Yeah you still roll your eyes, but you don't narrow them
You see the disguised ideas and shadow them

To me it's just numbers
Gestures at the air with hand
They don't make sense, but they're beautiful.

But then you have it in a book.
You make sense of
My nonsense
You call it arithmetic

And what I say in my sleep
You keep through your days

In so many ways.
You get me.

And your prize!
Is you get me.

If you are reading this
You know nothing of me.
People who know me, know I hate being red.

If you are reading this
You think nothing of me.
Because I misspelled read as red.

If you are reading this
Know that I think nothing of me.
Because the thought of you reading this makes me red.

If you are reading this.
Know nothing of me.
For all I am will one day be red.

I'm falling he said looking away
Distance in his eyes
I asked him if it was love or dismay
And to my surprise, he said both

With a smile that could only bring tears
He sighed and looked me in the eye
And I caught a glimpse of it through the fear
The hope he could not deny

He would not be the mistakes
That made his voice shake
He would not succumb
To the fear that made him numb

He made himself a promise
To be strong, and make courage his form
And that this, this was not his end.
But just life's journey's bend.

I his comforter was comforted to know,
All I had to do for him to grow
Was sit in silence,
While he decided his future.

Amazed at the man my boy had become.
And the boy who sat by his side.

Her eyes are like the threads in a sweater when you looked close enough to see.
Warm and brown and beautiful.
And when she looked at me, on the coldest December.
The cold would melt away, and I'd feel warm.
Even in a storm.
Her eyes would warm.
And her smile would shine
And send shivers down my spine.
I've never been so warm and cold at the same time

When he heard he would see her again
His eyes were clouds in the sun
Until the moment had come
And the sky turned gloomy
He saw her, and the wind filled his red sails
But they snagged like nails on the mast
When he remembered the past
Ripped from leech to tack
And there came the rain.
And he turned away
The red ran down in drops
He turned away
And his joy stopped
Turned away
by the storm, he just couldn't stay
Away

So tired that my mattress is pixels
And my body is static
My breathing is ripples
And my chest is aquatic

And that last sentence made sense
As my breathing is tearing
The sway that gives way
To sleep from awake

Somewhere between the rain drops
Theirs lightning
Somewhere between the rain drops
Theirs wind

And we're moved to and fro
Between the clouds and the shore
But the sky is where it begins
And where our journey ends