6 months without you feels like forever
You are a burning ship, destined for drowning
Watch as you take the ones i love along with you
Trying to shout my way through the trance of your voice
The messages you keep leaving remained unopened,
Ive rerouted my veins, changed my direction,
But the thought of you clouds all my conversations
Its been so long since my blood has held you like a child,
Since your embrace has wrapped itself around my heart,
Some burning fever has left me with petty thoughts
Is it the bits of you that remain?
Or the knowing that this fight will and has always been
A back and forth between the rights and wrongs of my conscience

these pale lips that so
swiftly rob me of my strength
these honey sweet lips
from which such soft words like butterfly logic
do so entangle me
and tie such aching around my very soul
with such a tight gentleness
these pale lips
that i reach over and with one finger
drawn slowly across them
i do shudder from head to toe with desires
these blue eyes
so adorned with paints
so shadowed behind lock of hair
such deep pools of hunger and light
her dream is a village road she has walked
her entire life
strewn upon its scoured bricks are
the romance notions written in french
because its a beautiful language when spoken softly
her paris clothes discarded in the dream
her skin reflecting moonlight
her lips glisten
as she walks the village road

All I want is something real,
But illusion has it's charms;
With which, my thoughts, it would steal,
Causing me a host of harms.

Can you stop just for to feel,
And ignore the false alarms,
The result could be ideal,
Just feel safe within my arms.

If the eyes are truly windows to the soul,
Looking into yours would lift up one's spirit.
But to gaze in mine would surely take a toll;
Upon innocence, my troubles would be writ.

I don't mean to instill any sort of fear,
Or any discomfort, which could start to grow.
I just want to preserve you as you appear,
The purity you have, I lost long ago.

Time seems to melt away whene'er I'm with you,
In your arms is where I feel that I belong.
To show that I care, there's nothing I'd not do,
I will not be convinced that this could be wrong.

You are more amazing than I can dream of,
I just want to be someone who you can love.

The hands turn
Not for time
But for your birth
Your laugh that once
Our first kiss
Our last kiss
My every morning
The hands of the clock turn
In my mind
I know they are mine to turn
With hands of my own

Not for time do they turn
But for her baby
But for your birthday
But for your kindness
But for your reasons
But for you