This feeling
I've felt before
It has returned for a brief moment in time
to torment me further.
Leave my head - my heart
flutters with every word, every sound, every letter
from my memory.
Every song in my head on replay in your eyes
Let's press rewind and go back to where limitless was a lifestyle
When sunsets melted into sunrises and
For lack of sleep we laughed till we cried.
When I remember us at our best.

Is it possible to get another shadow
Cause mine no longer shadows me
It went away the day,
you said you couldn't stay
There was no brightness left so it had to leave

Is it possible to get another heart
Cause mine no longer beats inside of me
It feels no need to carry on,
since you took a part of it and gone
It's done bled all it intends to bleed

Is it possible to get another soul
Cause all mine does is ache inside of me
With an empty loneliness,  
ever since the day you left
And to think it used to be so carefree

Is it possible to let go of love
When I can't rid myself of your memory
Of the time we spent,
and all to me it meant
And how that now is all that I can see

You brush past, I can feel your intense
sorrow, the hurt you bury deep inside.
You may have shut your heart from the
world, but you can't continue to hide.
I see you, I sense you, feel your desire
to break down and just be human again.
Yet you've convinced yourself that you're
better off shutting out the world till the end.
You may think you're unlovable, incapable
of ever feeling like you belong anywhere, alone. . .
I see you, I know you, more than you'll ever
understand, I am your longing soul.

fog grows heavy
on winter's breath
we loved in the bushels
of new fallen leaves
and our whispers were snippets
of warm summer breezes.
we're no longer dead,
never while we're together
feeding life into
our hearts
once so vacant-
your brother hung himself
off the boat next to your house
and i downed my throat with sleeping pills
and made pretty red patterns
across my arms.
that was before we met,
when December was a wasteland
of death endeavors
some triumphs..
some well,
disaster.
but we gave this month a new name,
a new identity
that trembles with the "i love you's"
and the "remember when's"
our cheeks hollow from
warm slubby kisses

You have lived with
this pain, for so long.
The regret, the shame has
kept you from standing strong.  

But it's time to start living,
you have so much to give.
Take my hand, I'll show you
what it means to live.  

And I don't mind,
no I don't mind,
if you need to  
Break down a little,
cry just a little,
Let it all out .......
Let it all out .......  

Let out all the grief
You have lived with this
pain, for so long.
The regret, the shame
has kept you from standing strong.  

But it's time to start living,
you have so much to give.
Take my hand, I'll show you
what it means to live.  

And I don't mind,
no I don't mind,
if you need to  
Break down a little,
cry just a little,
Let it all out .......
Let it all out .......  

Let out all the grief
so you can breathe,
just let it all out.

Let go of the heartache
so you can learn
to breathe again.  

Shout to the heavens
so you can start
to live again.  

Cause I don't mind
no I don't mind
if you need to .  

Break down a little,
cry just a little,
Let it all out .......
Let it all out .......    

In time you'll come to realise,
you're worth so much more.
You deserve better than you've
allowed yourself before.  
Just ............... let it all out.

You enter the center of my emotions -
the control room of my being.
Deleting the negativity left behind by life,
inserting this contented feeling.

My days of pain and crying are numbered,
as your shifting fingers dart,
closing the spaces left behind by anger
on the keyboard of my heart.

How did you manage to open up my closed-up heart? Did you not notice the big bold red "SOLD" sign bolstered to the door?

Or did you perhaps slip in through one of the windows?

And why did you simply ignore the contents thereof? Did fate lead you to the empty little room at the back? Away from the clutter and noise that my life has stored?

That is my favourite room, you know. My little "getaway". Little did I know that on that day "getting away" meant running straight into your arms.

I resisted at first, of course . . The familiarity of the room was replaced by your presence. . . by the unexpected familiarity of you . . .

And day by day I would return to that haven, and still, you were there, waiting.. until you became such a part of my daily routine that I stopped resisting and started looking forward to my stolen moments of "solitude".

I can hardly remember the days without you in it . . and that room would seem awfully empty and lonely without you.

Please stay!