My hands innocent, turn into a caress,
Under the fire that wanted them rough,
Open my heart now, then leave it warless,
Glistening in the sparkles to which we bonded both

Dreams of high hopes in the morning,
Your gaze, gleaming soft, warming sweet,
And streams of tender heat hovering slowly,
Over feelings, confused is their split.

The wind I will follow is strong and stiff,
Its flowing gusts have been made with your name,
And rain without pride's blowing me off the cliff,
Is it right if I hold you or am I one to blame ?

Weakness in my arm may fail you,
Your eyes, without tears you must keep,
And if my hand falls, you know what you must do,
Close your lids and never shall you weep.

I'm not high enough to lay on your shoulder,
And strength I can't seem to find again,
If I never rise, forget me better,
'Til I pass or strand, think of how it all began.

Dreams of high hopes in the morning,
Your gaze, that I love, I held deep,
And swirls of smoke and mist, behind your blaze, win,
Over feelings, never shall you weep.

Today's the perfect time to open  more,
To face the memories I see at night,
To feel your gaze I love in fright,
And to believe in what I can fight for.
Today's the  day I accept the warmth in my heart,
For it is yours and has grown under your eyes,
It is little and is made of no lies,
I can't give it yet, it's still too short,
But I will keep it, make it rise.

I hold a dream,
That one day I'll be a flow in your river,
That one day I'll be a wave in your water,
In the depths of your stream,
Bubbles in my lungs,
Legends that were left unsung.

Today's the perfect time to try to reach your mind,
To face the words that may run on your tongue,
To taste their sound, to keep them strong,
And to believe in what we can find.
Today is the day where I will leave my voice bare,
For it is yours that made mine grow over a laugh,
It's a dither and sometimes it is rough,
But you'll soften all I dare,
And no one will shake us off.

I hold a will,
That one day, I may be high enough,
That one day, my wicked hands may become tough,
And the depths that I feel,
Are words that we made,
Legends that were left unsaid.

My impact is small,
Difficult to see.
My efforts are enormous,
On show for all but me.
If only my impact came close to my effort,
If only, if only.
Maybe then it would be worth it.
My mark on this world is tiny,
My own expectations it did not meet.
The energy I put in is endless,
So vast it makes me weep.
When will my hard work pay off,
Will it be after I’m gone?
If that’s the case then I don’t want that.
I want to be noticed now,
Not remembered after.

.

Would you Only
Stop,
Pause,
Wait,
Till I can reach out,
If you can't
Turn back to me?

I know
Love,
All the effort
Won't be mine.

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not sure what im looking for exactly, but i can tell you what i do not want.
I do not want to be a moment that you dont think twice about.
I do not want to be someone you used to know.
I do not want to be something that was but that never meant much.
I want to be the moment you replay again and again.
I want to be someone who makes your heart full.
I want to be something you cant go without.

to be more then anyone ever has before.
to love you fully and whole heartily with no regrets.

to be enough.

If I act as if the world is ending tomorrow it may as well end today
A stress filled day prepares me for a stress filled future
I will be my own undoing as I continue to pull my own strings
And cut the cords between working hard and working well
As they mold together and I no longer know the difference
I forget that tomorrow is not today as both become one and the same

It was there at last,
Crowds chanting fast,
Rows of cheers,
Echoed by peers,
On a winning show meant for victory.

It was there at last,
All the toil of the past,
All the bruises with the cast,
All the people I've trust,
Waiting for the call of our hard-earned victory.

Once, at last,
The announcement has passed,
And our faces aghast,
By the fate of our cast;
Silent in news of almost our victory.