when he pulls me close
i feel the weight on my back
f     l            y                             away
and i feel his heartbeat,
which always makes everything
so much better.

if he is the light
then i am the dark
and we need each other
just as fire and ice do
and the sun and flowers
and a child with toys.

his blue eyes give me hope
and i see the way they gleam at me
and the smirk on his face
really pulls me under,
is this normal?

nothing with me is ever normal
but if he maybe felt just as
much as i did,
i could get rid of this stupid smile he
always puts on my face and
we could talk about it over tea?

if he is a love god,
then i am the love dud.
let him give me the love i ever so need
and then maybe life would be
okay again.

Where will the children go to play
When there is nothing left
On the deserted city streets
But tears and broken glass

Where will the elders take their strolls
When all the sidewalks are gone
What will they do when they find they've erased
Everything that they have drawn

An emptiness that hangs like a mist
Over the cold damp ground
Who will be there to feed the hunger
When darkness rolls around

But when the darkness goes away
And who's to say it will
Will things be like they once had been
Or will the emptiness strike us still