Darkness.
All I remember is that it’s dark outside, and she’s laying next to me saying she loves me.
And that’s all I need.

Light pours though a filtering curtain
All I remember is waking up by her side,
And that’s all I need.

I’ll be there for you,

Even while I’m breaking down;
I’ll be there, for you

God could rain wrath upon your home yet
I’ll be there for, you.

Miles can split us apart but know that
I’ll be there, for you.

And I know, that no matter what happens
You’ll be there for me too.
Always.

I told you once that when you smiled the world stopped spinning
But what I should’ve said was that when you smile, my world keeps spinning.

Sunrises are beautiful, yes, but have you ever stared into your lovers eyes after she says I love you?
Sunsets have so many wonderful colors, but so does her face when you say she’s beautiful...
The moon may fill the night sky with a bright glow, but nothing compares to watching you enter a room, Love.

Stars twinkle in the night sky but all I can think about is that spark behind your eyes...

I know it’s cheesy, but the only reason I compare you to things so very far away is because you are.

We inter-wove
Our lives
Along the damaged
Homes we shared

Somehow,
Against all odds
Defying time after time
Never really losing
Even after a year
That Love
Somehow
Someday

Together.

I’m not alright
Maybe it’s just tonight
The way my head is spinning
But I can’t help but know
That a part of me is missing

I’m not alright
And it’s not tonight
I can’t stand to admit I’m scared
To hold you in my arms again
Because you might slip away while
I sleep with my dæmons

I’m not alright
But only for a few more nights
Because I’ll finally see you
And you’ll be coming to see me,
Rather than talk me off a ledge

I’m not alright,
But only because I miss you again
And I know I love you again.

I’m not alright,
But I know you miss me again,
And I know you love me again.
So maybe I’m alright
And I just feel suddenly alone

Life is beautiful. There is so much joy, elation, love, friendship, compassion, and inspiration that comes with the creation of life. Tiny tots so fresh so young love everything and the world throws open its gates to welcome such purity and bright white joy. Little kids transform the world around them into a paradise of wonderful colors. Painting their imagination across the sky. They are whatever they want to be. A rock star, a super hero, a dinosaur hunter, a princess, a knight you name it and I garentie some child already has. Teenagers see the world around them once the colors of child hood have faded. They try to paint them again but only result in jealousy, self doubt, fear, pain, and uncertainty because life certainly hasn’t been like this before. They also are told they can be anything they want to be doctors, lawyers, dropouts, criminals, husbands, and wives they watch as the color fades from view and relise that death is also beautiful.

While a chance to change
can bring about a new fantasy,
it may awaken you to a new nightmare.

Once I was happy.
I had everything I thought I needed,
but it grew into a weapon hurting me,
this;
I know.

The life I led wasn't worth my time
I hid behind the lies everyone believed
and rolled my sleeves down to hide the lines
running down my arms, making little streets
I would walk in my spare time.

...
One street, I think it's more of a road
leading past a house, never really a home
sitting pretty in a field of regrets and memories
knowing that however many times I pass my past
nothing will change and there will always be
knots I can't untie anymore

Another street, houses more of my heart than my own chest
A simple room decorated with meaningless sketches
that meant worlds to just two people
but they're gone now
faded into nothing
discarded

A boulevard of regrets snakes up my arm
branching into other avenues, each with a little more decoration
but beyond that
lays something you can't quite see
...

I've walked these roads for hours at a time, simply waiting
hoping that I could be looking at more than a memory.
The past can't be changed
The knots won't' disappear
The pages won't re-appear
My regrets won't leave me

But even if all of this is true (and I know that it is)
I couldn't believe my eyes
when I looked into yours
and saw a second chance.