maybe it's the way you write
the curl of your smile
or the glimmer in your eyes
maybe you take me back
to times long forgotten
and words left unsaid
the words that I don't have to say
because they are running through your head
maybe you remind me
of the way I used to cry
and somehow you make understand
the reason i'm alive
you give me this feeling
of past understandings
and I presently accept
that maybe you carry
behind a heavy weighted mask
the color I've been looking for
pumping blood to one another
so I can fall asleep just right
in your arms tonight