it's the dreams I am afraid of,
                           not the nightmares.....

One look,
One smile,
A miracle,
And a little while.

It’s all it takes,
To keep me up all night,
And about you,
I’ll phantomise…

The stars,
Form your silhouette,
My words,
Form you name.

My dreams,
Scream,
Your haunting eyes,
That I phantomise…

No one can replace,
Your soul,
No one can play,
Your role.

It’s just a price,
Only your love will suffice,
But all I can do is,
Phantomise…

Tiptoe... out of my room,
Tiptoe... down the hall,
Tiptoe... down the stairs,
Tiptoe... outside,
Tiptoe... under the streetlight,
Tiptoe... into your arms.

People are like flowers.
                                                        ­              He
Some have more petals.
                                                         ­            Just
Some less.
                                                           ­     Found
Some live longer.
                                                         ­           That
Some don't.
                                                          ­        Other
It may be nature withering it away.
                                                           ­      World.
Or it could be a sudden fatal storm.

It's not the piercing thorns that hurt me,
                                 its the blooming rose above...

the     way        he
tilted    his    head
was mesmerizing
the      fact      that
he  actually cared
was      surprising
the    manner    of
his        eloquence
was     tantalizing