To you who rekindled The fire that was long extinguished Who thawed the frozen heart Until it was beating again To have the numb emotions Feel again To you who dug the corpse Of a dead poet out of the dirt
You didn't mean to But thank you
For making me feel human again For making me feel I can write again
She made poem He read it She made a song He sang it She made bouquet He took it She made a heart He broke it She made a smile He left it She made a last note He tore it She made one last step He didn't stop it She doesn't make anything anymore all because he couldn't save the girl
Lost and in confusion... for those who are in that one sided position
Would I ever be in your thoughts as I flood memories of you and me in my head? Would I ever be that name you would state as you smile with friends and acquaintances? Would I be the person who would be there for you and turn your frown upside down? Would I? Because you are the axis of my world, you circle around my life as if you own it by some sort. You are everything I never expected to be granted upon an unsaid wish Would I? Just be something more to you as you are something far more special than any diamond this world could ever have. Would I?