It was a cold time. I lay in the frost
alone, immobile and blue from the treacherous
air, but then you passed and lay with me just
to keep me warm, seeing something worth saving
in my empty eyes. It was a cold life.
Yet movement came back to me, dispelling
the ice and banishing it from my heart.
You were the fire for me, the fire that gave
me my sight and filled my eyes with starlight.
The fire that heated me and danced with a
scarlet tranquility in the night, calling
me forward into safety and saving
me from the wind which so harshly froze my being.

When you talk they call you Annoying
They say you talk to much
They make fun

When your quiet they ask
what's wrong
They ask why your not talking

You start not knowing what to do
When everything you do is wrong
You might give up
Isolate yourself with your thoughts
Talk to yourself again
Question everything you ever say

Or meet new people
Who won't care if you rant
Who won't mind if you want quiet
And you will listen to them too
And you will sit next to them
If they quietly read
And these are the people
Who should be your friends.

It takes only a ten seconds to change everything
Whether your in control of it or not.
It can be done by acting out
Or just hearing What someone has to say.
It could be great
or become a disaster.
Just when things seem to be okay
And nothing can be taken away, because, you already lost
"everything"
There will always be something that could be taken away..
Seems easy to say
"I'm used to it"
In full honesty
You never are.
"At least not for myself."
But it's one of those times again I have no control
And everyone around me will just say
"Well that *****."
While all I can do is quietly nod in agreement to my closest friends..

Once again,
It only takes ten seconds to change everything.

Never been a clever talker,

Not known to hold my tongue,

Once it gets in motion,

I'm in trouble before long

They taught you to read the lines

Did they teach you to read between them?

Sometimes the empty space
Contains more meaning
Than the sharp shock of loud noises
Made by people in distress

Sometimes those who have more to say
Can't say it
Because they are tired from the fight
And only wanting to sleep