Will I ever be the one
who gets to hold you tight
Will I ever be the one
to hear your last goodnight
Will I ever be the one
who’s hand you gladly take
Will I ever be the one
next to whom you wake
Will I ever be the one
that holds you when you cry
Will I ever be the one
that never hears goodbye
Will I ever be the one
to whom you give yourself
Will I ever be the one
in sickness and in health
Will I ever know the reason
that our paths were meant to cross
Will I ever know the gain
that is someone else’s loss

Words are hollow.
Eyes are deceiving.
Thoughts are far fetched.
Illusions are broken.
Looks mean nothing.
Expressions can be fake.
Emotions are assassins.
Senses don't work.
Heart stops beating.
Light turns into darkness.
Does this mean I am dead?

Black and white,

Only at first sight.





I play carefully,
fingers gliding
  all ways cautious not to strike the wrong note.


Small steps change everything.
Small steps make everything.


You didn't come with a map to follow,
a melody that would sing me home.


So, I follow my heart.
I follow what you whisper to me,
the gentle hush.



Tension tugs with the tight twist of my fingers.

You ease me back, untangling my tight thoughts.

Time is always changing because we both know its
nothing
and
Everything
all the same.


I play by ear, full of fear that i'll forget our song.


Without you,
Im silent.
Without me,
you are just black and white.

Shhhh.. Hush now my dear
You don't have to **** me now
'cause I already died the day you left
my fragile heart broken.