I left him sleeping where he lay
Preparing my heart to walk away
Tearing down walls we built so high
No words to explain, no tears to cry

He said hold on, but I couldn't wait
All his promises were made too late
Dreams of a dreamer and empty poet
He saved my life, but didn't know it

Once, I took the hand he held out for me
Trusting me with all, setting him free
With words of love written in our eyes
We knew we would never speak of goodbye

Strangers now, where hope lives alone
Buried in the dark, cold as stone
With nothing more to give, I turned my head
I left him sleeping, in our timeworn bed.

Love is a dance, a dance of hands
Of faces, of smiles, touches, kisses, eyes.

Love is a movement, a groove to the tune of a song
A dance to a beat that only the heart hears.

Love is the pull of a silver heart string,
The silvered sound, the tone of instrumental awakening.

Love is the call
That comes up from the muezzin of the heart
Calling the faithful to God
With sweet, heavenly song.

Hey, did you know that I know you lied?

Here I am again, writing in my car, and this time I can't pretend that we are friends. We're not friends, friends don't do the things we did and the ones you've done since then makes think we've never been.

When is this night gonna end? Are you lying in her bed? All these questions hit my head.. Hey where's the whiskey at again?

You were discombobulated when you showed up at my door, leaving glitter on my floor.
*But I don't like you anymore.

Thanks for everything
Thanks for nothing.
Thanks for the things you said
You’d never do
But did
Anyway.

Thanks for the things you did
For others, for other girls
While I watched.

Thanks for the smiles
Never aimed at me,
Never because of me,
Never lasting.

Thanks for the memories
I’d rather forget,
Wonder what kind of guy
You were.

In the quiet moments
Buried in the depths of darkness
You are right there beside me
Surrounding my every sense
Whispering your truths from lover's lips

My soul is at peace with yours
Reassured of the promises made
From the man who cradles this heart
Never to let it slip away and break
I have needed you for so long

You speak my very name
It is the sweetest sound
Of love I have ever known
A fire burning so brightly
The beacon to call home

One with you, in harmony
Feeling your presence on the wind
Taking me higher and higher
I close my eyes and I am there
Wrapped inside your golden wings

You are all that I know
Taking me to those places
That only dreamers have seen
A song playing low and slow
Collected in the memories of our story

*In the quiet moments...

I'm sitting in the bed with one
thinking of the other
thinking of all the futures that could be
can be
if I just jump
if things just are
the things I'll say
the things I'll need to say
to love the one I love
as keenly as I loved the one I love.

How right is right and how much does right matter?
What is right and what is wrong and how much does it matter?
Is time the judge or is time the test?

my heart is a flipflop hopeless romantic,
rolling on through dreams of ideal days.
Almost kisses, almost brushes, almost moments, almost futures.
Real things, ephemeral things,
things that grasp, things that hold,
such sand between thinning fingers.

He is perfect, he is perfect.
One in one way.
The other in another.

Who do I choose for the future?

Who am I?
Who am I meant to be?

I feel your tender lips upon my soft skin
Retracing the trail where your fingers caressed
The flames lick higher, bearing your name
And I hear your voice whispered in my soul

I close my eyes and the darkness surrounds me
But you are there, seeking every one of my senses
Tempting my desires and holding me prisoner
To the passion ignited in our lonely bodies

I taste the pleasures lingering on your lips
Salty and sweet, capturing my breath inside
And as I find the warmth of your waiting arms
I pray for this moment to never end.