Split between the tiniest of chords
A melancholy moan echoes
A cold and merciless sword
Explaining the destructive woes

The strings of nerves toyed and pulled
A heartbeat drum fades to dark
As a somber life is culled
Leaving behind a vivid mark

So we met in middle school
Feeling oh so awkward
Both of us alone and not "cool"
Not knowing the future we walked toward

Each time we meet
It's like I'm playing a guessing game
The sound of your voice is so sweet
Each time I'm hoping nothing's the same

So we burn in the sun
And talk together at night
Reading the clouds never seemed so fun
Falling asleep until twighlight

Shared whispers
Cracking jokes
Walking along the beach shores
I feel like my love is a hoax

Each time we meet
It's like I'm playing a guessing game
The sound of your voice is so sweet
Each time I'm hoping nothing will change

Then one night, after you get home
I tell you my feelings
For me it's a guessing game,
But you say, "I'm with another guy."

I'm always playing a guessing game
A guessing game, guessing game,
A guessing game!
Guessing the feelings of the world...

Each new day brings a new guessing game.

Staring into their eyes,
Longing for the other
Sharing their aches, but never saying why.

He whispers, "You are the only one."
And he means true,

She replies, "I love you."
And she is truthful.

When the dawn comes, she is on a bed,
Breathing labored, and in pain.
He holds her hand, in such agony
At not being able to help more.

The fevor spreads,
And life is anew,
While she faded.
He holds the new life, and cries terrible tears.

"You are the only one left..."
He whispers to the child.

But he sees something,
The love that she showed him,
And that child, is the only one important to him

Let the fires burn over me.
The darkness of the inferno is magical.
We feel and burn as we drown.
The hell of life is over.

Water and fire, opposites yet the same
Cliche in their principal but simple in theory.
We still die either way.

Unturned and becoming undead.
As the fire strengthens the water,
Boiling, bubbling, becoming death incarnate.

And we burn, burn so much,
As the water is scalding, scalding our skin
Our minds,
Our hearts,
Our souls.

And the pain, it helps...

Red and glinting,
Hot and boiling.

The glowing in the sky,
Caused by stars starting to die.

They explode in a majesty of colors,
And provide wonders in death to others.

Then they fade into black,
Becoming mystery, never coming back.

As the stars burn in their final hours,
Space gains new powers.

A new star, brighter and more elegant,
Is born shining it's light, almost shining fragrant

We meet, she's afraid, I'm nervous,
She pushes away, I push to make friends.

Clearly I see her in pain,
And she can see I'm no different.

We talk, I nervously,
Her, rather like a punk.

But we bond, she's no longer afraid,
I'm friends and no longer nervous with her.

Then she's tortured again,
I can't stand by.

I throw myself at the danger,
Without caring for my own life.

I'm hurt, but she is safe.
And she tells me goodbye, and that scar runs deep

I say goodbye as well,
And cry to myself.

I lost the small one that I cared for,
The one who I loved and held closest.

So I sit here, wondering at the stars,
Who just shine in their infinity.

While they watch over, sentinels of light,
I'm down here, showing how I care for the small.

We were happy, or so he thought.
They kissed and loved in the sun,
But she felt her mind is too weak.

He didn't care, he loved her for the person she was.
And she was afraid of her own mind ruining him.

So they parted.

He is now hurting so terribly

She, well she is saddened to have left him

They still stay together, but never as lovers.

Speaking, helping, and supporting.

Eventually maybe they will love again.