When I tell you, “I’m depressed”
Do you ever think
This is just some trick, something he says to keep me here?
Because I’m always afraid
You might stick around
For all the wrong reasons
When, the only one I care about
Is that, you found in me someone you can love, someone who can love you.
Because
As sad, and as hard as it is to say
Even though it will take
Just about everyone I know and trust with this information
Years to sort me through the loss of you
I’ll get past it
And I’ll have at least, someone to help me
So, please don’t stay with me, just because, every so often
I say “I’m depressed”
Because even though I say “don’t ever leave me”
If you do, I won’t think any differently of you
Who, after all, could blame you
If, sometimes, when I say certain words
You want to fly away
Because staying, might just be some big mistake

Hey, again. We haven't spoken in so long. How are you? How have you been? How many days has it been since the last time we spoke? Tell me about them, all of them. Or better yet, talk about something you love. How I used to be able to coax you to do. Speak to me roughly, yell at me, just...don't leave me in silence. Because I can't bear to be alone. Because I am not as strong as I show. Because deep inside, all the fears I don't show flow beneath the surface. Tell me about your smile. Has it faded away? I hope not. How's your family? Your love life? What color shoes did you wear yesterday? When did you last wear a dress? Is it okay with you, if after every topic that you speak we digress? I don't want to stay too long in silence. Because, I learned long ago that between lovers and friends there are times when there's nothing wrong with a little bit of silence, and other times...so how was your day? Is something wrong? Is nothing wrong? Can I congratulate you? Console you? Can you get me outside of my head? Is it sad that I twist and I turn in every direction like a wounded animal? Is it bad that whenever I stop to think I just wish I had a gun held up to my head? So, how about the weather? Strange, isn't it? How it feels like our skin could just boil off. And I just think that maybe, this time, we could stay up until I see another ray of sunshine, rising, as it always does. So I can murmur to myself that after every night comes the dawn and with the dawn comes the light, and, and-oh, that was just your ringtone. No, no, it's fine. I don't want to leave a message. Can you hear the desperation in my voice when I say goodbye?

And, I ask, again
for the millionth time
who
can I turn to
when I am alone
when the person I turned to
has turned their back to me
I don't miss your touch so much as I miss your presence
I don't miss your kisses as much as I miss being held by you
And, above all else
I miss having someone to talk to
when the world around me seems to be falling apart
and I never showed anyone else
that the wallpaper to my mind
was torn and tarnished
And who do I turn to
when
the person who, to me, was the entirety of this world
has left me too?

I would kiss your lips as gently as I'd slap you across the face
Smooth
Straight into the action
Purely fueled by passion
I'd set you free as often as I'd lock your cage
shove and hide you away in the remoteness of your mind
I'd make you spend time
Wondering just who I am
Seconds
Mainly
As you can't be bothered nor can I be asked
Too involved in my past to set course for a better future
I found myself repeating history
Now nothing remains a mystery
I can
Tell when the **** will hit the fan
And set it on high so it falls and sullies the floor
Where I can inspect the damage that was not done to me from a distance
Reminiscent of times where I'd imagine myself doing something
Aside from drifting in and out of consciousness.
Finding myself wishing my arms were spread around you
To pull you in
Seek your warmth and figure out just
What warmth is to a sack of flesh
Supported by bones
Running on blood and adrenaline rushes
The mind seeks to lay blame on other important organs
So you can ignore that you are faulty
And then you see your faults in others, and blame them for grievances you encountered yourself
And I'd set you and your hips down
Slide a hand up and hold your lips down
Lift you up because I'm afraid you might drown
In the tensions that arise when you're slipping out of your mind
And into loose tongue mouthing nothing that sounds like obscenities wafting through the air
And I'd make love to you
You'd call it *** too
In the same way one casually waves a hand at an old friend
Long forgetting their name
Who they were
What they meant if anything
Casually smiling back as these voids go unfilled
You'd never mention it again
Like the time that the world almost came to an end as I was choking on my own saliva
Siezing out for a hand or a tree branch
Crawling on the floor, vision fading
Thinking
This is how I'll die, and I'll think nothing more
So that to this day I cannot stand to feel as though I might throw up because my throat my hold down the ***** and I'd erupt only after I die
But it's never mentioned
So it's like it never happened
Till it comes back in flashes, calling to you like a parent, promising some sense of warmth, something safe
Because we craft and recraft our memories till they make what makes the most sense to us
Would be to let me do as I want for a year
Without limitations I might finally face my fears
Self imposed, unreal, and confront myself as I am, a coward too afraid to act
So he acts in defiance to his own whims
Like
Holding onto your hands
Memorizing the smooth contours and shapes
Feeling the tingling sensensation of running my nails gently across your fingertips
Down your neck I'd find nothing but soft skin and exposed vacancies of weaknesses long since abandoned
What gives when the architect of your demise
Is that little voice inside your mind
Saying
It's your hearts fault, that you're so blind
When
All it ever did was give out the signs

I know a doll made of brass and electrical wiring
She seems so cold and fixedly haunting
She's got such eyes, eyes that keep calling
Reaching out, reaching out and peering
As though they were clawing their way out of her frame
I know a doll, she's made of brass
The rest of her feels like an electrical touch
Shocking at first, tingly when lost
And she's got such a radiant gaze
It almost makes you feel secure
Best be easy now, easy now, or she'll break off your hands
She's got such features that make her so harsh
And she's got such a fighting gaze
I know a doll
She's made up of brass
But if you asked me, ever so discretely
I'd nod to her way and say
See that girl, see that girl? She's made up of glass. She's so transparent that I can see through her
And she's so bashful that she doesn't let anyone else know what I know
So I go around saying
Hey, see that girl there, she's made up of brass, and if you held her, just quietly held her, you'd never notice if she ever held back

But that is our secret, my little secret
Knowing just how she yearns to hold back her emotions
How she cannot control them
So she just stays there, in your hands, in your grasp till you go on by
And when she's been dropped
You see her get up, oh-so-smoothly
Seemelesly on her own two feet
But I see inside, see inside
That she's still collapsed
But we'll keep on saying that she's made up of brass

I'm frightened by just how much I love you. And I do mean love. Not that silly thing we throw around like casual greetings-- "oh, I just love your dress, your shoes, your earings"-- no, none of that, unless these things were worshipped by whoever uttered the phrase. I mean just that, I worship you, I adore every second I spend with you and if I could commit to memory every detail of your soul and flesh and internal beauties I'd never be alone again. But, I am only so gifted, and I lose sight of you upon every drifting thought. That does not mean you are not important to me, that you are, oh so terribly, but I simply know I cannot bear to hold you in my mind all the time. Otherwise I'd never get things done. This does, however, work as a wonderful motivator; wanting to send my time imaginning you because we are so far apart. I try my best so I can get back to that, so that I can get back to you when you are around. So, back to the fact that I love you. I love you like one should their own thoughts, something so integral in defining who you are that it can be said to compose your very essence. I know it's like a cliche, but I really find myself at a loss for words when describing those precious moments of intimate solitude to even us. Giving shape, form, word and solid meaning to something so raw, intimate, warm, caring and so much deeper than those words could ever imply is...wrong. But you know me, always one to try and say what it is I'm thinking, whether or not it needs to be said. And I also know you, and I take great pride in knowing my lover so well that I am her best friend, her first choice in opening up to someone. It makes me feel so important; you make me feel that way too. And that's important, especially between two people with limited self-esteems. To be made so important and integral and nurturing to someone elses life, and at the same time making them equally important to you-- not to lick one anothers wounds, but to help us through, help each of us move on, together. I like that, I really do. Hell, maybe the reason why we shouldn't give this shape is because it can be viewed in such a skewed manner, always picked apart and basterdized, misinterpreted, twisted, distorted, and in the end defiled beyond repair. But, there are also times when we can give these moments shape and form, liberty. When we lay in bed, with you usually laying on top of me, looking right into each others eyes, without so much as a ****** hint or verbal command our fingers slide across our hands, down one anothers palms, into the spaces between each finger and interlock, and we stare, and we smile, and we giggle at how very alike we are, you and I. In love

I find myself floating in thoughts of everything
How much I love you lay in bed with you
Just talking
In utter silence we still know each other better than we can explain to others
When we're apart we dream of each other
And when we do not dream
We feel restless
And tired
And exhausted by someone elses presence
That slight nudge saying here they are
Other half, partially in this person
It makes us sick
To think anyone else could even come close to either of us
And when we lay in bed
With each other
Bodies caressing
Steady rhytms
Clumsy manners
We don't want to be anywhere else
Our minds concentrated on keeping us closer
And our bodies enjoying themselves
And our emotions fill the air with tensions against expectation
We do not wish to leave our sides
Simply yearning to stay in those silent moments forever gives us an unstoppable drive

God forbid
We ever get ahead
And realise just how much we've progressed
And all that we've transgressed
And marvel at the sight of all our human might
And ask ourselves when our heads got filled
With the notion that we were individuals who had to fight
To overcome that which teamwork won
That we ever realise that dreams can materialize
And that, God, if ever present, long ago left on ahead
Because we were busy fighting about who should make our bread
And who will raise our dead
But no-one ever asked
Where will this road end
At least not loud enough for it to clear our heads
God forbid we realise just
Who we all are
And who our brothers and our sisters are
For we might accept them with open arms
Silly notion
Let us fix it all again
This time, this time
Our God will be dead.

There's a feeling that I get when I'm flusterred
That feeling like my head's going to explode
The feeling of rage deep inside unbounded and asking why oh why
And I can't answer it
I can always smile and say everything will be alright
But
What if it's not
Who then can I believe if not myself?
I kind of just want to forget the world and all that I've been through
Forget my lies and all the words I've spoken half-truth half-nothing
And I want to close my eyes and be rid of this horrid experience because this is not what I'd like nor what I'd imagine
I long ago gave up on faith because there was no such magic
And here I am
Being told to rely on the uncertain
And I know the world isn't certain
But there has to be more order to this chaos than that which I've seen
And so what? Is it too much to dream?
Can't I just once be allowed to see a glimmering ray of hope rather than blindly attesting to a future I cannot hold?
I'd take you in my arms tonight and treat you with passion and care only because my soul isn't there and you'd cry on my shoulders because of the love that is lost when the heart is in despair
And I'd sit there like a rock unmoving, unflinching hoping to fade away seemlesly into the background, into oblivion, into nothing

No excuse for the things I could not see
the pain in your body overwhelming you till the point that you would cringe and cry
teardrops falling as your knees gave way to pain and
where would I be?
What was I doing?
Nothing.
And then you'd feign a smile and hold close to me and tremble
just barely shaking because you were afraid that I'd find out you were in pain
and you had no right to hide it
but I have no right to know of it
your past, your present
none of that.
Seeing you close your eyes usually unblinking
trembling softly as if due to the breeze
you made me feel at ease
and where are you now?
What are you doing?
Are you all-right?
Excuse my ignorance for not knowing sooner
that which I was not meant to be informed of
sort of just
came into being
and I can't help but worry that you'll go away with the knowledge I have gained
and I'll be alone here.
Who am I to worry?
Lover, passionate kiss
Yet all the while your pain grew
and what was it to me?
What did I know?
Nothing.
Please, excuse my ignorance.
I just wish to know that you'll be fine
because everything changes in due time.

There I am alone, in my room that is not my room
My home
Away from home
Away from my heart
So not nearly as home as I'd like it to be, but a house with my family and dogs and some shade from a tree
But I am not there
I am here
Amongst strangers who bear resemblance to me and its uncanny but they're not me
Not I
Not we
Neither alone and cold
Nor suffocated and hot
Surely I am the stranger

Hey
Let's start a conversation here, again. Because I'm lonely and could really use a friend
Someone that wouldn't mind if I sat there and whined
Because god knows I could really use the time to break down and cry
But I move on
One foot forward
Next step onward
And I survive
But to live just to live and lead an empty life
How sad, so I suppose I fill it with strife
And then I'm flusterred and alone and no-one's around to hear me groan
And I just sit there, alone, thinking about my solitutde
And I lie to myself
Say it's what I've always wanted
Say it's what I really need
Some time away from the people in a life I do not live
And time away from myself and away, just away
And then what

Pause for a moment please
Take a breath for me, please
Ever feel the wind beside you? The air fill you up and pour itself into you? Ever feel the suns rays dancing on your skin? Seen the glow of the moon and yearned for an escape
Or is that just me being crazy again

Chronic depression they call it
Medications help calm it
But how about an ear to talk to

Someone who won't judge
Just a simple conversation with anyone, a stranger
Because I could really use the time to unwind and whine
Because I feel lonely and alone
And you can say it's the same, till you feel it
The need to be with someone you can hold
To take the sorrow and put it on hold

But its fine, I don't mind, you don't ever even have to reply

There's a feeling that's inside and it's too hard to describe
And it's like you feel your teeth grind against the smoke of the toxic sludge you breath
And you wish to pull your hair and fall apart at the seams
And you want to take it all inside and let it all die
And you just want to storm about, scream and shout
You need to have a smoke, let it seep in and choke
The feelings that stir deep within your heart
Because it's ripping you apart and tearing at your seams and forming in your dreams
A black and empty void
And you can't help but think inside that you want to scream and cry and your emotions all evoke a nature bred to choke

And you can escape for a moment, elope to space
Empty and hollow
Insencere and desolate
Who cares what the feeling is
It's one that ***** you in
An emotion of us liars
Bred from hate, born of fire
And you will only suffer
And who cares that it can feel like the sweetest thing of eden
When it caresses you, you need it
Your body it grows tired
But the muscles then crave desire
This feeling that's inside, breeding hate in the night
Who cares to even name it

When it fills you, you can't tame it
And for that moment of perfection you must pay in desperation
To keep your own frustration from eating you away and leaving you as nothing

Hey there, you
Creeping thoughts inside my mind
Telling me I'll leave behind me
A trail of nothing
Don't despair
I will listen to you, attentatively, like a lover
And hush your lips with words you dare not ever speak
Reassure me that I am a mistake
Shake me and make me quiver in fear
Let me know just how low I can sink
I want to have no more time to think
Maybe act
But I'm frozen
Because my mind loves to wander to the deepest parts
And give shape to the shadows that strangle me when I'm sleeping
Who knows what secrets you're keeping
Perhaps I am not gifted enough
To continue to walk
But maybe you're only there to drag me down into the depths of despair and loneliness
Tell me
Am I insignificant yet?

Transient emotions of courage leaving me with fear transcending the boundaries of who I am
and pushing on the edges of my mind,
expanding my range makes me feel deranged
so bring me down and take me up off the ground
I feel light as a feather
and as held down as a tether
connected to my roots and uprooting myself from within the entangled mess I call my life
and finding pieces of myself in places I'd never suspect them to hide,
transient emotions soon to be lost in time,  foolish lines...foolish lines

This is for those of us who feel neglected, abused, feel like they’re all corrupted because we’re always the ones interrupted for those of us who can move no more forever and keep striving to get an inch more forward, for those of us with no intention on paying attention to those who’ve ignored us for far too long for those of us with no-one to watch us no-one to care for us we have a voice, and it is not I it is you and me individually so be heard and speak up if the cowards won’t listen at least scream aloud just scream aloud and together we’ll move the ground so speak aloud and don’t let them ignore you not a second more I implore you just speak aloud and be heard for you have a voice and its beautiful

As my world turns, and flips and goes side-to-side, side-to-side, side-to-side, I see all these things before me lain to waste, gone now here again away forever to return this coming never, always there and never needed, never there and always sought, as my world turns I sometimes forget where I'm standing, and where I've stood or sought to stand, side-to-side, side-to-side, side-to-side I see them all entwined side-to-side side-by-side floating to and fro to some invisible flow. As my world turns I need something more to look for and let these things slip from my hands and fall gently to the rough ground and as my world turns it enlarges, it contracts deeply and it expands widely, when my world turns, the trees grow, the wind blows, the oceans rage and clam, the birds and the bees frolic and die wither and fry, the lands are set ablaze in burning passion which subsides as quickly as it started, when my world turns I see these things before my eyes. When my world turns I stand still and watch the skies.

The truth of the matter is that when I say I don't matter I really want you to prove me wrong. The truth is sometimes I need to hear the things I feel are lies because all of the time I live with this doubt that shrouds me in a feeling of emptiness this feeling I feel I know too well and won't leave me alone till I'm dead, till I'm cold. Truth is I never mean to say some of the things I say but say it anyways because what I want to say is too cliché. Truth is I am not myself and I never met myself but I know what it is that makes me who I am and that's not just you, not just me, but my friends and family, those that surround me because I don't fit a mold of society I just shape myself because no-one can seem to make anything with me, so I just resonate with those whom I designate a place in my life a place in this strife. The truth is my rhymes sound so familiar to you because they're fragments of the few who you know who we've shared in our life and glimmer and shine with the best years of their lives. This is the truth as I know it and I'm not afraid to show it

No matter no matter let's just all hear the Pitter-patter
Pitter-patter of the rain from the sky up so high
crashing down oh so low to the ground just to tear apart
fall apart and fade away, wash away.
No matter no matter
its all just going to fade away...no it's here to stay,
but surely it isn't the latter because it all decays it all decays and not even I'm here to stay.
No matter no matter just stand here and be in the moment and feel the ever growing torrent of pressure just assume it'll pressure you to drop
and drop to the floor or stand in the waves and feel the soothing motion wash over you and cause no commotion
I'll be on the sideline just patiently waiting. No matter, no matter it feels like I just flatter and flatter no matter no matter the words have lost their glimmer their shine, no matter no matter

I'll only tell you this cause very soon I'll be asleep and I'll forget I ever made this for you but anywho: I've always found people like you throughout life and they've always had the same damning effect on me. They make me feel like I have a reason to walk this earth to be alive other than just to breathe part of that joy and that's all I've ever sought to be honest I've never cared for anything else before or after that one goal and I've always found that no matter what I do after I leave that person they seem to have been tainted by me, so flee I might be sweet but you'll find someone someday so much better who'll reduce me to nothing in comparison but for now you should keep a distance between us because I am not like you, I doubt I ever will be and as such if you don't keep your distance I'll ***** you out and leave you feeling like I do I'll leave you feeling like nothing, good night

There are no words for how you make me feel
Because it's a surge of emotions
I know I'm blind and hopeful, how else would I have so many reasons to live?
To wish to see that smile upon your face and enjoy having made it for just a little while
To wish and dream of holding you, of being what you want
So sad, so sad that I'm not
That I have to bear the weight of being told what you want, who you love and ask myself all the while
Why?
Why not me?
But at the same time you make me happy
Because you're happy
That's all I want, I'm fine with that
Because I don't know how else to love
Than with my whole heart
And soul
And to take out chunks and offer them out, at the price of my pain. At the price of my loss
There are no words for how you make me feel
When you
Just talk to me for no reason
Makes me feel special
Makes me feel loved
Makes me feel hopeful
Makes me feel numb
Because I know its nothing to you
Nothing special
Just being nice
Plunging in a knife
Deep into my chest
And turning it while smiling
And saying
This is for the best

I like how you're not here for me to touch, to feel, to see, to hear
Because then I have the right
To take it upon myself
To imagine all the places you could be at
The fun you could have
And it makes me wish I were there
But not there
Here
And not me
But you
And then I realize
I've never been too far from home
Yet
I can imagine such beautiful scenarios in which I would love to roam
And
I like the fact that you aren't here, nor there, that you're everywhere
That, like a ghost or a spirit, you dance and wade through the foundations of life
Living on endlessly
Aimlessly

While the whole world crumbles down I don't expect that you'd make a sound
No, not you who can keep your head held high when all others around you lose theirs in the stretch of time
Because you can say it'll be all-right, it'll be okay
just keep moving cause today's just another day where
life holds our heads underwater and expects us to breath
So just let the snow drift unto the ground and watch as the earth shakes and life tumbles down because
it's just another one of those days when life tries to pull you down
So hold onto your sanity onto humanity onto what's out or reach and don't let go
Because its just another one of those days and we can turn it around

I wish to write you the most beautiful thing you've ever read
I want to burn it into your mind and engrave it into your soul
I want that to be the only thing that I leave behind when I no longer exist
No tears for tomorrows which I have missed just one piece
Of words flowing with emotions packed to the brim with the stuff of dreams and overflowing energy
I want it to be my name
I want to give it to you and you alone
I want you to mumble it in your sleep I want you to quote it in your dreams I want it to be the single most inspirational thing you've ever seen
I want it to be better than the artwork at a museum
I want it to be deeper than the concept of human emotions
I want it to shine brighter than the stars and I want it to be there
Forever
In your arms
Not in your hands
Because I want you to embrace it all night and day because my existence will one day fade away
And I don't want to think back
Last second wondering why
I ever held back from you
When you are the world before my eyes
So I want you to know that no matter where I go I want that poem to procede me in utters and mumbles and for no-one to hear it
I want to be able to smile and mean it
I want to give my soul to that poem
I want to put all that I've got and give what's not mine to give in that poem
I want you to be in its finest lines and contours
I want it to paint the subtle image
Of you and your smile
I want it to mean as much to you as the whole world entire
I want it to be so much that I feel sometimes that I cannot aspire to reach this humungous goal
But
If I wait for the world to take action so I can start to move
I'm afraid I won't even be a small fraction of what started to move
I'll be playing along and that's not right
So I want to give you this poem before my life begins
Because so far I'm existing and I've got so much left to give
So
I want to get rid of it all
And lay it in arms I can trust I want to label it off as
"Something I must"
And I want life to begin shortly after I write it
And my existence will fade
And it will be called progress I'll give you this much and then make a promise
To never hold back and not only go forward
But
Learn from the past and keep going onward
So
I can feel right in myself
When I see your smile
When I hold you in my arms and whisper things like a child
I must write the greatest thing I'll ever make
And I hope it will make you smile

The dream's no longer ephemeral
Its now a metaphysical manifestation of all my upsetting worries
It now takes priority over breathing, thinking, existing
Staying true to a goal, staying true to myself
The budding flower that grew no more is ever as much a part of me as is the flower long-since bloomed
And long-since dead
The plastic roses and make-shift smiles shoot endorphins into eyes for miles and miles
Not a single eye lays rest to the tears that they hold though.

They just turn red.

Crying blood, crying shame, crying.

The tears that roll down my eyes are not the dream, the lake that they make though, when gathered, glimmer like a thousand crescent moons
And shine silently
The dream is now real,
the dream has grown quiet.

And I, I have grown lost and weary.

I am that which cannot be broken
The untamed spirit
Of a wandering soul in a weary sack of bones
Floating endlessly through cycles of longing
And loss
I am that which cannot be tamed
The wilds of a forest
The passion of love
I am that which is blessed
With the curse of life
And of strife
I am that which cannot be explained
The random mutation
And spontaneous creation
I am both the poem and the poet
The rhyme and the time spent and made
I am not but a memory of a figment of a fraction of the sight
Of all you have seen in your life
I am that which I claim to be
I am that which you make of me
To myself I am nothing more than a tapestry
Worn down by time
Worn out by life
And still exuberant
The untold stories and unseen glories
I am that which cannot be broken
I am the will and the way
I am.

I've lived as much as I've loved
And I've loved twice more than I've lost
And I've died more so than that
And I'll begin with a crawl
And I'll end in a run
And start with a bang
And end with silence
I've lived
I've lost
I've loved
And I've died.

And never for a single time have I cried
Because life is too beautiful to see behind glassy eyes
and loss is too enigmatic to be objectified
Love is too free to be bogged down in emotions
And death is too sweet and caring to cause a commotion

And I've lived
So I've lost
And I've loved
And I've died.

But who, in the end, really cares about my time
As a being
As a plant
As the most significant ant
I've been a star and a nebula
The moon, the earth, the winds, and fire, I've been all of that, even desire
And I've lived
And I've loved
And I've lost
And I've died.

I want to gently caress you from your feet up
Slowly kissing every part of you which is so in tune with the earth
Slowly rising to meet you at your hips and greet you with a smile and lay my head upon your legs if only for a while

To bring your lips closer to my own so that every sentence and every bat of the eyes will send shivers down our spines
So that when we kiss
It will be much like a first time
The joining of hands grasping loosely at one another till finally security is reached and you clasp on to hold it forever between two celestial bodies of personified mass and emotion clashing with one another at every turn and slowly mingling into one large and obstintane nothingness
And then I want to lightly run my hands through your hair more deftly than oil rejecting water and as smoothly as physics allows to be possible
Then I wish to relax you in my arms and hold you there in silence as we embrace within the thoughts the wrestling parafanelia of emotions
Of lust and desire, of care and consolation
Because we are but friends, and lovers

Smooth skin
Brushing up against a bruised lip
Tantalizing cute hips
Beauty mesmerizing in the eyes of the beholders
Wondering just what they're really seeing
And
If
Any part of it's a lie or a fake
Or a ploy that the other makes
But
Who really cares when you've got
Two round eyes staring into another pair of clandescent spheres of power
Hungry man meets shy girl
And shy girl changes his world
By taking in his hunger
And feeding him none
Sharing their desires hoping that they'll burn and
Ha
So much for that
Who really thought that
The passion would die
That the bush that was burning down quick
Would not set fire to the forest of feelings of emotions
Passion burns like fire
But floods you like an ocean
Commotion
Denial
Not for too long, no
No, never in denial for too long
Feeling that you're yearning for two bodies churning
But, not only that
Two lovers that perspire
And share in one an-others feelings of desire
And smooth skin meeting battered lips meeting heavy breath meeting sensual groans and pleasurable moans
But look beyond this and see
That
In the end it's just you and me
And
We're taking ourselves higher
And sharing our desires
And placing in a bet that
When all else is gone we'll still be holding on to
Who
The what
The when
The know-how experience of having felt love for the last time
In the first line

The
Memories fade as my mind slips and I've moved on to your lips
The second sound of the night is a tear on the ground reverbarating without a sound, clenching to the echo of your heart sinking
As I let your feet touch the ground
Brought you up to the sky
Let you breath in the life
And I set you to die
But without me you are what you once were what you shall again be and without a word you clench your fist and shake it angrily at the sky
As though god would tremble
And we're here now
Thinking
And we're here now
Sinking into our thoughts as we hold one another in our arms and your face turns deep blue
And I'm cold and alone
So I thought of taking you home
But you do not lie where your pillow may hide
You rest your head upon a bed made of lead since your heart has left home
And has left you alone
And
I'm just thinking of me
When I take it in a box and mark it forget-me-not
But time etches away
And the label it says
Forget me
When I return it to you
I'm glad
You stopped looking blue