Laying in bed, i’m counting the speckles on the ceiling, along with all the ways in which I lost her. There once was a time where I use to count the freckles on her body instead; ear, nose, neck, chest, even down to the little speckle in her one eye. They were my favorite thing about her, because they were one of the only things that managed to stay the same, while she was changing like Winter to Spring.
From hello, to lets go out, to I love you, to this is getting hard to handle, to I slept with somebody else, to good bye- I counted them as she walked away for the final time, all accounted for; the only things from the start that still remain.

I think I understand why they call them beauty marks now.

I feel like an empty vessel
Staggering by the shore
I’ve lost my way like an orphan wind
I don’t see a way through.
I don’t see a door.

I need an anchor,
An anchor, to help me stay adrift.
I need a compass.
A compass, to guide me to exist.

Don’t leave me dangling.
Come now love, guide me to you!

I’m standing right where you left me waiting
Waiting, for life to happen.
Don’t keep me waiting anymore
Give me a chance to fend for.

Come, steer me with your grace.
As I lie here in dreams awake,
Be my light, my clearer vision.
Make the emptiness go away.
Be my lover, a convincing reason.

Come fill me up with an appetite for life
Don’t let the emptiness devour me
Give me a bearing,
A tool to survive.

Don’t leave me with my demons.
Come now love, guide me to you!

I need an anchor,
An anchor, to help me stay adrift.
I need a compass.
A compass, to guide me to exist.

I’ve been tried, I’ve been misled!
Come, undo my bungled attempt.
To reach out, I raised my hand
But, I’m falling down instead

Be my anchor, my cornerstone
Bring me ashore, let me come through
Be my compass, influence me
Come now love,
Guide me to you!

In the train station of my mind,
there are moments,
doors open,
doors close.

There are cars taking ideas as passengers,
in directions multivariate,
and yet there I am.
On the platform, I wait,
Neither in motion,
nor in queue.

I am, however, thoroughly without you.

On the platform of my mind,
in the crevices of time,
I wait.

I long for a home,
merely an idea of true love's redemption,
whose direction is in question.

O how the weary traveler longs for the home,
the home that doesn't come,
for this passenger is waiting,
neither dreaming nor fully awake,
in the train station of my mind,
for an idea, in a moment that may never come.

When will you come home?
Or is my idea of home,
departed?
As you are.
As we are.

On the platform, I wait.

Oh, Lady I do understand.
With all that I am,
To love someone like me is wrong.
Even if our heart's singing a song,
A song called love and affection.
It's condemned in your religion,
And you are very religious person.

Just go away from me,
I will set you free,
And I hope and pray,
That you'll find him and be happy.

If only reincarnation is true,
I wish my soul will enter to a man's flesh.
The day I die, I will find you.
I will bring the love for you still fresh.

It won't go stale...
Because my love for you is like a legend story,
It is not a Tale.
Forever... it's you and me, Lady.

So I walk as I stared on my path
As your beautiful lips moves around
As your sparkly eyes stares
Well the tree is kind of far away
But it takes seconds as the steps i took with you
I guess your eyes hypnotised and they didn't care about my tears
Your broad chest stand there proudly
Just like the first song on the chapel
Just like the first word out of a baby's mouth
Just like the first flight that I did
Just like the first time I met those eyes