you are
                                 you are like a midnight breeze
                                 calming,
                                 threatening,

you calm me with your cold,
                                     black air
                                     bleak air

that seeps straight through

                                  with a false hope, of what this could mean to me.







i am
                               i am but a thistle on this very large tree
                               waiting for my chance to grow and i

i can't seem to find a way
to mean anything to
                                 a n y b o d y

                               won't you stay awhile?
                                                       just awhile.





we
                              together we

we could grow and rule this world
                              (we could     r      u      n    , you and i)

you and i,              and never stop

                              and never stop never stop never stop never stop never stop

                                                                                                                                           STOP.


until we find
                   that place where time stops
                                                              that place where
                                                                                          l o v e
                                                                                          .
                                                                                          d r o p s
                                                                                          .
                                                                                          .
                                                                                          d o w n
                                                                                          .
                                                                                          .
                                                                                          .
                                                                                           i n t o
                                                                                          .
                                                                                          .
                                                                                          .
                                                                                          .
                                                                                          f o r e v e r.




                                                                                                                              

                                                                                               (safe)
                                                                                          




        







this
this won't be

this won't be
                    (the end)



the sun always shines right after it's darkest and i
                                                                               i believe



i believe we will spin this yarn into something more      
              
                                              

and
we will

           c . r . e . a . t . e

   &nbsp