Quietly
living my life
in shadows
and always wasting my precious love
in all the wrong places.

Finding
a little comfort
in your charm
and some confidence in your flirtation,
it almost feels like I’m being kissed for the first time.

Misplaced
and tender,
a breathless rush of blood to the head.
Two bruised hearts
seeking solace and affection,
wayward ghosts
lost in a kiss.

Deep down
in my dark, dark heart
dreams suddenly dare to breathe,
and in these stolen moments with you
it feels like love is possible again.

My soul soars.
The violent screams inside my head
turn to delicate whispers.
Hope floats
on gossamer wings
And I am flying.