Somewhere, Somebody
wants to cry
wishes they had someone to hold
needs a place to rest their head

Somewhere, Somebody
longs to feel loved
hopes for a brand new start
desires to change what they can't

Somewhere, Somebody
told somebody else's secret
lied about something important
pretended to be someone to make another happy

Somewhere, Somebody
was injured by harsh words
felt overcome with anger
made someone cry

Somewhere, Somebody
wants you to smile
wished you were hapy
needs your friendship
longs to be loved by you
hopes you like them
desires to be close to you
told you a deep secret in trust
lied about hating you
pretended they were okay with just being friends
was overcome with happiness
felt touched by your words
made someone's day

Somewhere, Somebody
Loves You

If I asked, would you write me a song?
If I begged, woul you string me along?
Is it possible for you to hold me close?
Is it possible for you to let me go?

If you bought me flowers, and they withered up and died,
Would you buy me more,
Or hold me as I cried?

If I ran away from you, would you chase after me?
Or would you remain where you were
And rely on trust, patiently?

If I did not want your words, would you show them to me still?
Or give me something else instead,
That cures me like a pill?

If I could not show you love would you love me still despite?
Or would you finally have enough,
And leave me then, the end in sight?

If I asked, would you know?
If I asked, would you go?
Is it possible for this to succeed?
Is it possible to fill this need?

Silent Man
I know you
Let's be again
Like we used to
Hurt my heart
And I'll hurt yours
We'll laugh and smile
At our new scars
Kiss me quick
Insult my heart
Where we end
Now we start

Shining brighter than the sun
My only words spoken to none
Falling faster than the rain
The pitter patter of my gain

Doors will open, doors will shut
A wild rose, and nothing but
Searching still for something less
The deadly gaze of happiness

Brighter yet, the fire grows
More dangerous, experience shows
Tread carefully through unseen sand
Reaching for some unknown hand

The icy chill draws strangers in
Throws them back to the cold again
The gentle smile calms the heart
Just enough time to find a start

I'd care for you if I knew how
Curtain's open, take a bow
Secrets lie, and truths revealed
In confidence, my lips are sealed

I could write you rhymes
I could write you prose
I could write you lines and lines
And still you'd never know

Your eyes are burning cruel
Your heart is frigid cold
Still I feel no contempt for you
Still my heart grows ever bold

Your ignorance is no bliss for me
Yet, you are far from naive it's true
You taunt me like no one before
I smile still, and laugh with you

It's hard, I admit, to pretend it hurts
I cherish every word that passes from your lips
While your obliviousness is near unbearable
Any attention, and the facade almost slips

At times harsh implications pass from you
It's hard to imagine how you'd react
False fantasies occur every time I hope you have
Yet, a lucky guess is all, nothing is fact

So I could write you lots of rhymes
And paragraphs of beautiful prose
If I tried, I'd write lines and lines
But my love remains hidden, which is best, I suppose

I do not say 'I love you.'
I don't like to be touched
I won't listen to affectionate speeches
I refuse to be fussed over
I can't accept mushy cards or presents
I barely understand words of emotion

I hold hands or link arms to feel close
I offer advice if it's needed (even if you do not ask)
I can make you smile or laugh if you're scared or angry
I give without expecting back
I defend even at my own expense
I talk to fill the silence, even when I wish for quiet
I will never say something intentionally hurtful
I always think first
I will only tell you what you need to hear
I will teach you to be a better you

I do not say 'I love you.'

But I know how.

I just want to write about things I have no words for.
I want to rant about feelings I don’t even understand.
I don’t know how to describe what is in my head.
I can’t write what I don’t know.
It’s hard, when I just want to scream
And cry and laugh and kiss you all at the same time.

I just need to vent, but how can I
When there is nothing for me to vent about ?
I have no words for the things I have running in my head
And so find myself repeating things for lack of anything else to say.
I rummage through my mind as my fingers fly across
The keys, waiting for something to pop to the front,
Needing the warmth of the friction of typing
So I know my tension, my build up of everything
Of this nameless blech is being released.

But yet no matter how much I write,
Nor no matter how much I spit out,
Nothing happens. No words of comfort.
Nobody will know. And I feel no relief.
I just go on and on, hoping at least one of these meaningless phrases
Will mean enough to calm my rapid heart.
Or enough to change my frantic mind.
But it doesn’t. And I grow more and more confused as
I work out what I actually do feel.
Which is everything
And nothing
At the same time.
Which is quite a heavy burden to bear,
Since I can’t describe it
And I can’t tell you
Because you’d ask for words,
And this is all I can offer.

And I know this will never be enough
Because it is still not enough for me,
But it’ll have to be, because
It’s all I have.