Everything was laid out infront of us;
written in detail on our cold hands.
Nothing seemed real anymore.
And that's what broke us.
That's what sent us mad.
It was the cold chill that creeped up the hallway at three in the morning, waking us.
It was the smile that belonged to the little girl dressed in Prada.
It was me, and it was you.
It was us.
So we sent ourselves to sleep, and in that dream I told you that you were the tree in changing light, the love that brought me to life.
But you were gone ..
You had already floated away.

Sometimes men come along, and set fire to great forests in order to destroy them.
But the trees do not see this as ******.
Instead, they choose to look at it as an opportunity to be reborn.
So as men watch the red and black coals of what is left, the trees secretly give birth to hidden seeds and germinate, reappearing months, or even weeks later.
And when the men come back again, they cannot bring themselves to set fire to the forest once more -
**for something which denies death and reaches its branches out to the light must surely be an angel.

I love that I am human.
That I can feel, and touch things.
Like the velvet of his skin.
The roughness of his hands.
And I love that I can find my way, even with my eyes closed.
Hearing every sound, every vibration rippling in the air.
Exhilarating and exciting me. Preparing me.
I love that I am human.
That I can exist, and love every moment of it.
Never knowing what's around the next bend, the next corner.
Being so aware of myself and the position I am in.
Looking up at the stars, and mapping out their coordinates.
Their legs dancing playfully billions of miles away.
I love that I am human.
That I won't live forever, so I must cherish every moment.
Get up after every fall.
And I love that I am human.
Because I can love the way I am supposed to.
Yell hallelujah with every breath, every heartbeat.
Use my hands until they become strained and weathered.
Or hide them under gloves, preserving their youth.
I love that I am human.
I love you.

I'm here with my make-up,
and my perfect straight hair.
But I still hate my body,
and I still hate that I care.
Oh the side of the road,
seems so lonely today.
But I still feel so ugly,
so I must get away.
I borrowed your words,
and glued them to my heart.
but the meanings that follow,
still come apart.
I try not to eat,
but I have not enough strength.
And whilst this goes on,
I put us at arms length.
I couldn't ask for more,
but I'm just so **** fragile.
A war in my head,
that's a tough constant battle.
I'm here with my make-up,
and my perfect straight hair.
Oh a smile's plastered on,
because for you I care.

I will pack up all my dresses
put them in brown boxes.
I will draw all the rough curtains
and lock all of the doors.
I will give away all my books
and wrap up all my china.
I will leave, I will leave, I will leave.
You will call for three long days
and wonder where I am.
You will ask my best friend Mary
about the location to which I've gone.
You will remember the way I smiled
and then realise what I've done.
I will leave, I will leave, I will leave.
The dust is starting to settle
like the frozen river in winter.
Oh the flowers are starting to bloom
It's been a year now, It's been a year.
Sometimes memories come calling
then blow away like dandelions.
I need you, I need you, I need you.
You and I used to get so drunk
and sing until we fell.
Then one night you looked at me
and kissed me 'till the light.
Now the Autumn leaves fall softly
as the hurt comes back in stages.
Why'd I leave, why'd I leave, why'd I leave.
The ice only lasts so long
before you remember nothing's left.
Whilst the frost slowly thaws
cracking fragments of my heart.
And if one day I return
I hope to hear your voice.
Oh I hope, oh I hope, oh I hope ..

Your eyes sing,
a thousand happy songs.
A thousand beautiful words,
which I cannot fathom.
Your lips tell,
secrets that have my heart smiling.
Phrases in tones,
that I have never heard.
Your arms hold me,
bring me to back to safety.
Bring me back to memories,
and encase me in your love.
And your movements,
they surprise me with each step.
Leaving me afraid,
of loving you too much.