Like sand, you're everywhere
I hold on too tight
And I'm afraid I've lost you.
Good morning sunshine,
The moon says Hello.
Two you will never see
Together
Let us defy gravity,
And turn the sky
Purple
Open your arms,
Fly,
Take me with you
Keep the tears for late,
Now the smiles poor
As I can't help but
Love you.
And think I'll never see
The day
Where my heart
Breaks
Into a million little pieces like
Shattered glass
Sparkles in the sun
Like your eyes forever in my thoughts,
Forever in my,
Dream(s) clouds pass
Never the same like your
Voice keeps me tame
Before I break
It's my life you take
You hold it in your
Hands
I never want to let
Go
Be free, but come
Back
It's you I
Lack of love
From the one I
Want
A single white
Dove, you resemble
With an impeccable
Beauty so strong
For you I long.
Everyday
When the sun sets
And the moon says
Goodnight
I'll dream of you
And know
For sure
The things I do
Are because of
You
And for you.
Here
Between each
Ear(s)
That hope to
Hear, one day
That you love me too.

It's the end you expected from the start,
The in-between is what changed your heart.
Going around you would have never guessed,
The one you loved would leave like the rest.
You brought out the best you had,
Figuring she'd stayed this long, you were glad.
But without even a simple warning,
She's up and gone by morning.
Never forgetting the one you love,
Just remember what to do when push comes to shove.

According to the rules of logic
Everyone should have clear and rational thinking
According to the rules fairness
There should be absence of bias in everyday living
According to the rules of  reason
There should be justification for everything you’re causing
According to the rules of freedom
Everyone should speak, act and think without restraining

Maybe they'll listen more someday
When the rest of the world has turned away
For now I'll let Phil Keaggy lead the way
Mould my brain with music, easy as clay.
Try to explain colours to a person, blind from birth
Then tell me you understand the world, the earth
In this sate of trance, all we have is dearth
Is all we're doing even close to what we're worth?
I could tell you I cared, say I meant it, per say
But those people, their lives so far away,
Won't know me more tomorrow than they do today
I think of these things as I hope for you to stay.
All the others, tell me you couldn't care less
But I know that to you, my love isn't worthless
I wait everyday for that gentle caress
Long for the moment of your next tender kiss.
As time goes on, I'll turn the next page
As the book goes on, I try to remember my age
Sometimes it seem I've locked it in a cage
My heart, my soul, my courage.

I’ve got three words.
Words that might not be nice,
They might keep you up.
Though there’s no reason why they should offend you.
They aren’t close to what you might think.
Time may stand still when you find out.
The days before, you may long for now.
The amount of thought it will take,
To finally understand,
Why I’ll keep writing when the day is done.
Might be overwhelming.
Don’t call during work hours,
Because you might get caught
With your hands in the bucket.
Will time look like the sea?
Or is the clock now broken?
Three words,
                  Tu es phoqué
Stranded in the world,
Teach them what you know.
Take your knowledge to the other side.
They might be glad.
Then again,
Not everyone deserves to be welcomed.

“So where’s the problem here she asked,”
“I’m not sure anymore, it ran away with my heart.
Right after it ripped it out.”

It’s once again broken,
Though I know it can be repaired,
The battle wounds will never be restored.

Turning the keys will never be the same.
Though the melody will sing,
The song will never be comparable.

You will never know how it feels.
Never realize the discomfort,
Unless you too, had to endure a broken guitar.

I was blind as the river,
I didn't see the rapids pass.
Those words you harshly sounded,
Could not have been easy to surface.

You pleasantly told me I'd lost.
To go home, and blow some steam. 
To be alone with my thoughts.
All, in the end, would be just keen.

I was no longer worthy of your time.
But maybe that was not it.
You, the ******* who sold for the prime,
Are the one that now has to endure.
               --------------------------------This might be your last breath