"getting close to you," she said,
"it felt like skydiving"
her lips were trembling
and her eyes were so sad
"and now my parachute just won't work."

do you ever re-read my words?
do you ever find yourself
flipping through old pages,
clicking through old poems
just to get a taste of my soul?
i see you sitting there, deep in thought.
are you craving my poetry?
i'm sure you're wishing you could visit me in the galaxies
i made for you,
take a swim in the cerulean waters floating through space.
tell me-- do you still dream in black and white?
or have my words sparked a palette within you,
a painting you'd never seen?
i gave you access to a world once shrouded
in petty ideas of logic,
instead of canyons full of literary masterpieces.
i think you do more than "re-read my words."
i think you become them.

If you could know what I feel
You'll know that's its just you
Who could feel my hurt and heal
Me, living forever in you !

You aren't you and so am I
I lost you on the edge of no where.
If I could run back hours four or five
I'll be, with your hands in mine.

Is this a ironic dream
Or a little break till dawn ?
I could feel my blood stream
Warming with each seconds gone.

This ain't me, ain't never me
I could feel everything of you
And there you are, without me
Clueless, holding me inside you.

Maybe I forget you at times
And the next second I remember you
You haven't left me alone in times
When I had really no one but you !