Sometimes I feel like there's a deep hole inside of my heart, a void that at times seems to burn.

Its funny to think about, but I think if you lifted my heart to your ear, you could probably hear the ocean.
Waves of powerful emotion thrashing against a cold hearted wall, thats long forgotten how to feel at all.

I have this dream of being happy, and whole.
Not going to bed every night..
Waiting..
Wanting..
Wanting something that may not even be in the cards for me.

I just wanna be seen.
I just wanna be loved.
I just wanna be somebodys somebody.
I just want..
The real thing..


The kind of love that whispers softly to your soul and lights you up like the fourth of july.
The kind of love that with just a kiss, time slows down and the world melts around you..like a flame to a candle.

But its hopeless to dream...
Sometimes I think, maybe I already had my chance at happiness..

Maybe I was supposed to feel the crash and burn of unrequited love.

Maybe the firey second degree burns from that firey end was suposed to be my lessons learned..

I dont know...
I know that I dont want to believe it.
But maybe love just isnt meant to be...


For me.

A slow walk up Centennial
and I still can’t find the place
it's menacing cold, and muted
and the street sweeper and winter breeze
move the Turkish blend and dust pack

A novice mixed duet plays
Brahms on broken strings
the erhu and overcoat
veiling a blue heeler and sphinx

Maggianos is settled in the center block’s
luminance and seasonal drape
it's festive warmth bringing home Bedford Falls;
the flavour and character and social circles

Annie’s playing and the keeper's singing
(his word pool and slander
raising everyone in arms!)
the crowd chants and mayhem breaks
as crawlers and contemporaries
smash their steins

Dark alleys and dripping holes
hold a grim reminder of the pierced underside
paddies flutter and forge their words
with a broad manifesto

Night gardens come alive
(slowly sapping the respite)
hunched figures and ladies in lace
shuffle inside the big orange door

A kiss just a kiss until you
   Find the one you love,
A hug is just a hug until
you find the one you're
   always thinking of.

A dream is just a dream
   Until it comes true,

Love was just a word until
   they day I met you.