When the butterflies sing, the angels cry
A sound so pure the flowers will sigh
The butterfly song is the beginning of spring
It happens each year when the butterflies sing

Though it's a voice not heard by human ears
The evidence is seen through the angel's tears
Accepted by all as the evening rain
Because a butterfly song is hard to explain

The music is made by the the butterfly's wings
But only nature itself hears the song it sings
It causes the flowers and the trees to sprout
And the birds and the bees to dance about

When a flower is seen it won't be long
'Til spring is born with a butterfly song
So listen close when Winter calls Spring
And you might just hear a butterfly sing

When the butterflies sing, the angels cry
A sound so pure the flowers will sigh
The butterfly song is the beginning of spring
It happens each year when the butterflies sing

I'm the music and you're the song
You're every breath I take
You're my dream when I'm asleep
And my comfort when I wake

I'm the canvas and you're the brush
So paint me as you will
I'm the words the poet writes
And you, the poet's quill

You're the potter and I'm the clay
So shape with your hands
Without form I surrender all
Mold me to fit your plans

I'm the question and you're the answer
To everything I've known
I'm the shadow following close
You'll never be alone

You're the reason God made smiles
He just couldn't help Himself
He saw the world was sad and lonely
So He took you off the shelf

Somewhere between you and me
There's a void I can't get by
A place I just can't seem to cross
No matter how hard I try

There are too many broken promises
Surrounded by too many lies
It's been there since the first time we met
I should have seen it in your eyes

Too much history for a future to grow
Where love's supposed to dwell
My heart is too hard for love to spring up
It's something I can already tell

There are too many tears for the sun to dry
Too many, "I'm sorry's" used
There's too much for me to try to forget
This time my heart has refused

Somewhere between you and me
Is where our love has died
You've made my heart push you away
Though we're standing side by side

My passion sits beneath a stone
A place where I can't go
For death has come to half of me
With one half dying slow

How cruel is death to take my heart?
But yet it lets me breathe
It came between the two of us
And it will not let me leave

Half of me has forsaken life
It lays out in a field
The other half will not let go
It simply will not yield

I pray for death to come my way
Each day on her behalf
But death can't see how much I miss
My beloved second half?

My passion sits beneath a stone
Where one day I will be
I can't be whole until I'm back
With the other half of me

What spirit is this that steals my sleep
And haunts me from the past?
'Tis a phantom of a tragedy
That her mournful shadow casts

A restless soul that invades my dreams
While walking to and fro
She bids that I should come to her
And be her Romeo

She wanders through my bedroom door
When I am fast asleep
Awakened by her cries for help
As I listen to her weep

This ghost I fear has evil intent
Though I cannot see her face
She casts her spell upon my heart
And will not leave this place

I cannot be her Romeo
For he sleeps in days done spent
I dare not go where she wants me to,
Where he's already went

This apparition calls to me
As I try to resist her voice
Alas, I feel I'm growing weaker
And soon I'll have no choice

Though she beckons me to go with her
I dare not surrender yet
I'm cursed to be a tortured soul
By the ghost of Juliet

My wife asked me to do the shopping
Then handed me a grocery list
It wasn't very big just some household stuff
And some other things that she had missed

"Piece of cake," I told my wife
And out the door I went
She yelled, "Don't forget to get a receipt,
So I can see how much you spent"

I got to the market and headed for the milk
It wasn't on the list per se
But being the man who knew what he wanted
I thought I'd get it anyway

Then I strolled on over to the frozen meat
And pick up some T-bone steaks
Again, it wasn't really on the grocery list
Just another one of her mistakes

I had to get some snacks for the football game
Cause a man can't have enough
I didn't check the list to see if it was there
'Cause I was busy doing other stuff

Before I knew it, the buggy was full
Okay, maybe there were three
But look at all this stuff I got
She'll be so proud of me

Nine hundred dollars and fifteen cents
And my wife got her ******* in a twist
I spent a whole months budget in twenty-five minutes
And didn't buy a thing from the list

Awakened by the hand of dread
An apprentice to the night
She pulls me from my chamber bed
And forces me to write

My mind still captive to my sleep
I do not understand
Clutching my quill, my fingers weep
It does not know my hand

A whisper slowly fills my soul
My quill now feels at ease
For I'm no longer in control
I write from my disease

Infected words now fill my quill
To spread a rancid lie
My paper silent and feeling ill
As pieces of it die

Dread no longer holds me tight
As her icy fingers release
She disappears into the night
And hands me back my peace

I'll write your name with rose petals
And lie them on the bed
Put lilacs on your pillow case
Where you lay your lovely head

Your beauty renders me speechless
My words have run away
You steal my breath, with just one glance
I don't know what to say

Your smile can blind the morning sun
As you cause the flowers to faint
You could make da Vinci more famous
But you're much too perfect to paint

The poets of old lay down their quills
For all of their muses stare
For none can find the words to write
Of a vision, they find so fair

Even the diamond as it touches your skin
Sheds tears in utter disgrace
For no one can see its perfect shine
Compared to your beautiful face

Even the words that I've written here
Are scared of making mistakes
For they've asked me to read it a million times
Or ever how many it takes

It's not in the rhymes you make
That tells one who you are
It's not what you feel inside
No matter how bizzare

It's not in the story you tell
That makes the reader cry
It's not in all the mystery
That leaves them asking why

It's not in the joy you bring
That causes them to smile
Or all the fancy words you use
Or because they love your style

It's not the tales of forgotten love
That makes the reader weep
It's not the broken promises
That someone's pledged to keep

It's not in all the anger
That flows from the writer's pen
Or the feelings of betrayal
We sometimes feel within

It's not in our descriptions
That makes the reader soar
Or the feelings of bewilderment
As we leave them wanting more

It's not in all the broken hearts
That's written across the page
The hope of being famous
Or to make the world your stage

One definition cannot define
The gift that a poem brings
A poem is so much more than that
For it is all these things

As I peer into my failure
All I find is grief
My hopes and dreams all mired down
Swallowing my relief

An echo slowly follows me
Reminding me of my past
I can't escape my past mistakes
Nor the shadows that I've cast

I dare not beg for mercy
For mercy I gave none
I've traded my forgiveness
For things that I called fun

A trader to my future
My blessings done long spent
My conscience has forsaken me
I know not where it went

The world keeps right on spinning
Filled with endless pain
When I'm gone this place will be
Minus one more stain

A poet will hear a sad song
As the rain falls on the tin
They write the tears that no one hears
In the places pain has been

A poet will hear a whisper
In the early morning breeze
They write the call of the coming Fall
As it's talking to the trees

A poet will hear a love song
In the waves that caress the sand
They write the kiss that most will miss
Or maybe don't understand

A poet will hear a teardrop
As it's falling down your cheek
They write the sound when a tear is found
For its voice is much too weak

A poet will hear most anything
That others may not hear
From the very start they listen with their heart
And this makes it loud and clear

Today you wrote a letter
Intent on saying goodbye
You packed your things and moved away
Without even telling me why

You said the words began to cry
When the tears mixed with your ink
Your mind was confused and cloudy
You could barely even think

You told me that you're sorry
To have to leave this way
You hoped that I would understand
You simply couldn't stay

I've always loved the written word
Even letters I couldn't face
I tried to find the reason why
But found an empty space

Now words no longer have meaning
They're just an empty lie
I never thought I'd see the day
When words would simply die

I think I'm leaking inspiration
It's running off of my page
Or maybe I'm just forgetful
And I'm only starting to age

Maybe the doctor can help me
Get back to feeling young
Give me a shot in one of my arms
Or a pill to put under my tongue

Words don't seem to fall in place
They keep dripping onto the floor
I've got buckets sitting everywhere
I just can't write anymore

Whenever I write, I fall asleep
I guess it's because I'm bored
Waking up, scared half to death
Only because I snored

The doctor has to help me
There has to be something to use
I'll get him to give me a prescription
Maybe a bottle of muse

I wonder if the wind can hear
The cries from unmarked graves
People taken before their time
Doomed to be death's slaves

Those who've all gone missing
The stolen voices that remain
Trying their best to let us know
The purpose of their pain

They're buried in an barren field
Or under a giant oak tree
The places we pass everyday
With death we cannot see

Voices crying out hidden away
From deep within the ground
Hoping someone finally hears
Hoping they'll soon be found

Stolen voices are every where
The people that time forgot
A few are found and rest in peace
But most of them are not

Long ago, before words were known
Sound simply didn't exist
A smile was the only thing needed
Or a tear, if someone were missed

Love was then, the language of choice
A silent show of affection
Until that day when sound was invented
The heartbreaking cry of rejection

A teardrop had finally found its voice
The silence was broken in two
A broken heart had finally spoken
And the people knew not what to do

No words of comfort could pass their lips
For words were yet to be known
So the sound of heartbreak spread like cancer
For those, who would suffer alone

Words would one day come to fruition
And comfort would finally be found
But the silence was silenced forever more
Because the invention of sound

How do you mend a broken heart
That's shattered into pieces?
I tried taping together the scars
But the cracks somehow increases

It's like a puzzle that's left undone
Scattered from here to there
Strewn about like fallen leaves
And lying everywhere

Bigger pieces crumble when touched
I cannot stop these breaks
For even glue will not do
When the pieces turn to flakes

It falls apart inside my hand
I'm even too scared to breathe
Without a heart to love and feel
I'm just too broken to grieve

My heart was used for many things
Like fear, compassion or trust
But now my heart cannot be saved
For it's shattered into dust

I wish I knew where tears come from
The eyes are where they show
But what goes on behind the scenes
That makes a teardrop grow?

Are they planted by emotion,
Then picked when they are ripe?
Are the shirt sleeves only purpose
To catch the tears we wipe?

Are they always on the surface
Or buried someplace deep?
Do our teardrops have a number
That's counted as we weep?

And what about those tears of joy
That mixes with our smile
They're always few and far between
Then only last a while

I wish I knew where tears come from
And if you're wondering why
I'd rid the world of all its pain
So we would never cry

My breath somehow forsakes me
It will not whisper your name
My heart says I'm unworthy
It cannot ignite this flame

My soul cries out for recognition
But my lips won't let me smile
Tempted by your heavenly beauty
But captive to denial

My dreams filled with your vision
I dare not close my eyes
Everytime you pass me by
Another piece of me dies

I am but a simple man
And you, a goddess of desire
A treasure meant to entice my soul
One I can't acquire

How much longer must I suffer
How long will my soul beseech
Alas, I turn and walk away
For you're simply out of reach

Cast aside, not fit to be read
Silently collecting dust
Are all the words not good enough
With meanings we didn't trust

Words that were written before their time
Before we found our muse
We tried to write what we felt inside
With the words we shouldn't use

Everybody has a page or two
They try to hide away
Poems written with pure emotion
But we didn't know what to say

Silent words that will never be read
Words without a voice
Words that have a lot to say
But never given a choice

Stuffed in drawers and notebooks
They're laying everywhere
Words that will never be read out loud
Words we'll never share

Alone in the dark I wait for the light
To show me where I belong
I can't find my way until it is day
But the darkness is lasting so long

The things that I see in the darkness
Shadows are tempting the light
But there's nothing to fear for I'm used to it here
And your day will still be my night

Born in this world of silent screams
I can't even see my own tears
Try to understand I see with my hand
The darkness has held me for years

I wish someone would turn on the light
And let me taste what it's like to be free
But for now I am found in this world made of sound
Hoping that one day I'll see

Alone in the dark I wait for the light
Just a glimpse I'm praying to find
But I'm trapped in this hell with touch, sound and smell
For that's what it's like to be blind

A stranger lives inside of me
One I do not know
She sees the things I cannot see
She often tells me so

I sometimes recognize her voice
It's one I've heard before
I listen 'cause I have no choice
A ghost I can't ignore

I pray for peace from day to day
But she will not hear my plea
She says that she is here to stay
She's become a part of me

She whispers things 'til late at night
My soul can find no rest
It's useless when I try to fight
But still I do my best

I've tried to **** this voice inside
My quill the weapon I use
But nothing helps, for all I've tried
I still can't silence my muse

Is a poet still a poet
if his words should go unread?
Or is he just a dreamer
with words inside his head?

Does a poet keep on writing
though no one knows his name?
Or spill his soul 'til his fingers bleed,
searching for his fame?

Does he dream of Poe as he writes his verse
in poetic harmony?
Or Count the Ways like Browning did
in sonnet forty-three?

Does he Take the Road Not Taken
like the late great Robert Frost?
Or take the road the others take
to find out that he's lost?

A poet is a poet
if his work should go unread
His words will stand the test of time,
in something that he's said

She writes the words so carefully
Making sure they rhyme
Her poem is simply a work of art
She patiently takes her time

She tells the story of a dragon
And how his wings unfurled
A magical place beyond the clouds
In some far and distant world

She writes about the dragon's heart
And the place from whence he came
She writes about his breath of fire
And the power of his mighty flame

She pauses a moment, to gather her thoughts
As inspiration guides her hand
She writes about a golden lake
In this forsaken fairytale land

A land that's filled with shadows
With danger around every turn
Her dragon seeks his victims out
With another village to burn

Then she writes her hero's entrance
A knight with a golden lance
He enters on his stallion of white
For he is their only chance

Her dragon attacks with a vengance
To deliver her knight his pain
But his lance had flown straight and true
And the poet's dragon was slain

She smiles as she turns the page
And basks in her dragon's defeat
Her work of art now sealed with a kiss
Is one she hopes to repeat

There is a song that few have learned
That make the fairies dance
A secret spell that must be earned
That puts them in a trance

Late at night, when the moon is full
The queen will soon appear
All the fairies push and pull
In hopes of standing near

For tonight, the queen will choose a king
When the song is sung outloud
As all the fairies begin to sing
She passes through the crowd

They bow their heads as she walks by
But each one steals a glance
Their wings point high toward the sky
As the queen begins to dance

They sing her songs of romance
In the meadow where fairies dwell
Hoping the queen will give them a chance
As each one casts their spell

Her king is finally chosen
The queen has picked her king
The fairie's voices are frozen
'Til next time the fairies sing

I know he breaks your heart each day
I see it when you cry
You see him look the other way
When a woman passes by

And I know you think he's cheating
But you still believe his lies
Another piece of your heart will break
I can see it in your eyes

And I just wanted to let you know
I'll take whatever he breaks
I'll mend all the broken pieces
And keep the promises he makes

I'll hold your smile next to mine
And make it stay that way
If you'll give me your broken pieces
I'll chase your tears away

Whenever he breaks what's left of you
And your love for me increases
I want you to know that I'll be here
With all your broken pieces

Poets will try to hide their pain
Where tears will go unseen
They'll hide the countless demons slain
With words they find serene

Emotion will always find their sleeves
It's part of who they are
A special way the poet grieves
To mend that hidden scar

A poet is lost until they're found
They just can't find their way
A silent scream without a sound
Will chase their pain away

A poet is made of different stuff
They're not like all the rest
Peace, they never seem to have enough
Until their sin's confessed

They're haunted by their need to write
Their ink made to console
For most are prisoners to the night
And they're born with a paper soul

Pieces of my imperfection
Lie hopelessly on display
The inner me I've come to know
Breaks a little more each day

The air I breathe is poison
Contaminated by my fear
Each breath I take, my lungs reject
Knowing you're not here

Loneliness invades my crippled mind
And deprives me of my sleep
The night, reserved for reflection
All the memories that I weep

I'm not whole without your smile
And your touch that says I'm real
An empty vessel cracked and worn
Too damaged to ever feel

The you in me gave me life
I was the lost that you had found
I was the one who died today
Though they laid you in the ground

Shadows still, as Fall laments
Winter claims its prize
It happens slow, in increments
Death is in Fall's eyes

The things of nature begin to age
It happens every year
It's time for life to turn the page
And slowly disappear

Winter demands a final reward
Seeking to steal Fall's breath
Death will come, it's never ignored
This is the way of death

Memories last as long as they can
Of the things that used to be
Winter is Death and Fall is Man
And it comes for you and me

Winter takes the things we've done
And leaves behind the crumbs
No place to hide, no where to run
For Winter always comes

Behold the silent battle
That the changing seasons bring
Winter's grip is loosened
As the robin begins to sing

The flowers strain toward Heaven
As their fragrance fills the air
For spring has given notice
But winter will not despair

Winter will not be broken
As it fights with its last breath
But spring's warm winds are endless
And the reason for winter's death

Spring proclaims its victory
As it watches its rival die
The snowflakes have changed to raindrops
As winter begins to cry

Today I saw a teardrop
Just resting on my sleeve
He said his name was "Heartache"
And he came to watch me grieve

He showed me many horrible things
This drop of liquid pain
I tried to wipe this tear away
But it turned into a stain

The stain said, "Look a little closer,
And tell me what you see"
The more I looked the more I tried
To rid this stain from me

Another tear ran down my face
And was sitting on my cheek
My sleeve again wiped it away
Then he started to speak

He said his name was "Past Regrets"
"And the things you see are true"
But as I peered inside this tear
All I could see was You

Silence calms the evening breeze
The flowers all standing tall
The mountains tower above the trees
Making them all look small

A mountain lake reflects the sky
The clouds all wiped away
A place where time itself must sigh
For it's such a beautiful day

Untouched by man, it's plain to see
Corruption no where in sight
The way the land was meant to be
Surrounded by the light

Places like this are a special kind
It's beauty can be seen for miles
No wonder it's so impossible to find
For this is the place God smiles

Somewhere below the line of hope
I reach but cannot feel
Forgotten, I scream in the darkness
But the sound is silent and still

A wretched place without the light
A piercing silence prevails
Like a boat trapped on the river Styx
My soul becomes its sails

Hollow, my echo calls to me
Mocking me as I plead
Though wounded, my heart keeps beating
But my body refuses to bleed

A lonely wind filled with mistakes
Guiding me as I drift
I try to reach the line of hope
But the failure is still too swift

Somewhere below the line of hope
I'm lost and can't get out
I reach again and fall once more
Below the line of doubt

In a brand new box of crayons
A love begins to sprout
Black and White would finally meet
When the box was emptied out

Black was used each time he fell
While White was usually ignored
The other colors would go unnoticed
For it was White that Black adored

On a cloudy overcast afternoon
A wedding of sorts takes place
Black met White in clouds of gray
As the two would finally embrace

It was a drawing of utter perfection
On paper of purist white
The roses were made by the color Red
While Yellow would draw the light

Silver and Gold would draw the bells
That rang throughout the land
Silver would be the color of choice
To draw the wedding band

A rainbow of colors would soon appear
The grass and leaves were Green
A colorful wedding would soon take place
To finish this beautiful scene

The box again becomes their home
As they're gathered back inside
This colorful wedding is finally over
With Black beside his bride

I scream but no one listens
I cry but no one cares
I crave anything normal
Friendship? no one dares

The air I breathe is poison
I try to hold my breath
I know only one emotion
But hate won't bring me death

Everything I touch will break
I've seen it in the past
Even my shadow ran away
It's loneliness that I cast

I've given all I have to give
A breath away from falling
Death won't even look my way
I suffer while he is stalling

Tomorrow is just an illusion
Another reason to die
I wake up every morning
Just to live another lie

Have you ever heard a teardrop fall
As it scars a innocent face
Heartbreak cries with bloodshot eyes
As pain begins to race

A tear is full of emotion
Not the other way around
Tears are heard without a word
Though it doesn't make a sound

A tear is a broken promise
Or maybe it's a lie
A tear will fall for one and all
When love has said goodbye

A teardrop has a purpose
They call it liquid pain
Cleansing the soul each time they flow
Though it always leaves a stain

So listen to a teardrop
Though silent it may be
The sound you hear from a single tear
Will tell its history

Beneath the altar of broken hearts
I find a shallow grave
A headstone stands in evidence
Of all the love I gave

A broken heart lies void and still
Yet no one seems to care
I watch as people slowly pass
But no one knows it's there

No flowers were placed upon my grave
For I play my part so well
I try to hide my broken heart
While hoping people can't tell

I start to wonder how many graves
Lie silent without a sound
How many hearts lie broken
And yet they're never found

Beneath the altar of broken hearts
Lies a shallow grave
A headstone stands in evidence
Of all the love I gave

******* holds tight my heart
Benign, it will not grow
Held captive by my endless need
The scars begin to show

Your whispers try to warm my soul
But your voice is filled with lies
Your kisses tell my heart the truth
A truth my heart denies

Borrowed dreams have passed away
They were not mine to keep
A thousand times I've tried to leave
But I think I'm in too deep

It's me I think that went astray
With this picture that I've painted
I'm sorry love turned out this way
A love I somehow tainted

Have you ever seen a sunrise
As it climbs above the trees
Or, maybe, when is finally sets
And melts into the seas?

Have you ever felt the wind blow
As it's whispers through your hair?
A force of nature we can't see
But yet, we know it's there

Have you ever felt a raindrop
As it's rolling down your cheek
Or hear the sound the water makes
As it's running through a creek?

Have you ever seen the lightning
As it lights the darkened skies
Or watch an eagle spread his wings
And wonder how he flies?

Have you ever heard the thunder
As it sounds it's mighty roar?
Never wondering even once
If there's something more?

Have you ever watched a snowflake
As it tumbles to the ground?
Marveling at its silence
When it doesn't make a sound

Have you ever thought of Heaven
And maybe think it odd?
How can someone see these things
And not believe in God?

I borrowed your old picture
I just couldn't help myself
I picked you up and dusted you off
From high upon my shelf

I told you how much I miss you
I know you had to leave
While talking to your photograph
A memory finds my sleeve

Your eyes still hold me hostage
The way they used to do
And I still see a little of me
Each time I look at you

We couldn't have known forever
Would only mean ten years
Another memory finds my sleeve
Then slowly disappears

I never got to say goodbye
Before you went away
My heart's become the picture frame
Where you will always stay

I'll hold your hand and keep you close
It's something I love to do
I come alive and forget to breathe
Whenever I'm touching you

Your perfume wakes the morning sun
The envious flowers as well
For their fragrance is always second best
When the breeze picks up your smell

The food of the gods has been retired
Their ambrosia has been replaced
Your lips are now their prized possession
For there's nothing like their taste

Each time you speak the angels will come
They listen as they draw near
For they've never heard a voice so pure
And each one has to hear

God made the sun, the moon and the stars
To keep you in the light
The world couldn't miss this treasure He made
For you're His most beautiful sight

Did you know I have two houses?
I even have a second car
Some people even wish they were me
But I wouldn't go that far

I even have two swimming pools
Of course they're in separate yards
Everybody says I'm just lucky
Or in must have been in the cards

I even have two sets of friends
I've been told it's quite unique
I try to see them as often as I can
Though we hardly ever speak

Did I tell that I have two pets
One is a dog, the other a cat
And Every time I leave my house
They're wondering where I'm at

In case you haven't guessed by now
I have two of everything of course
Because you see, I not lucky at all
I'm another child of divorce

I was blinded by your beauty
I couldn't look away
The silence stole the air I breathe
There was nothing I could say

Even the wind forgot to blow
The birds had lost their voice
The flowers watched with envy
They didn't have a choice

The sun above turned his head
Your smile was just too bright
The stars reflect your beautiful eyes
The moon gave up the night

The angels cried the moment you spoke
It caused the Heavens to rain
Your voice was like a Heavenly choir
A sound I can't explain

There are no words to best describe
The way you made me feel
The first time I laid eyes on you
Was the day that time stood still

I wanted to write you a love poem
But there's nothing I haven't said
The words of love have all been used
So I'll talk about us instead

I was nothing until you came along
And showed me what love was about
You planted the seeds of passion
Where loneliness used to sprout

I never noticed the lover's moon
Until I saw it in your eyes
You even stole the star's reflection
That lights the darkest skies

I used to dread the coming rain
'Til we danced to the beat of its drops
You'd hold me close, all night long
'Til nature's music stops

I wanted to write you a love poem
Before they lay you in the ground
I tried my best to say goodbye
But I couldn't make a sound

We buried a muse the other day
For a poet laid down his quill
He said he'd never write again
For he simply refused to feel

Muses came from miles around
To tell their friend goodbye
Inspiration was everywhere
You should have heard them cry

They buried her in a special place
Up on Inspiration Hill
Paper flowers covered her grave
Her tombstone, the poet's quill

No one knows where muses go
When poets refuse to write
Maybe they simply disappear
Or maybe follow the light

The next time you get your writer's block
And you're feeling empty inside
Your inspiration has gone to a funeral
For another muse has died

Beneath the altar of broken hearts
Where lonely angels sweep
I cast my memories among the fray
Where other heartaches sleep

For there is no peace or comfort found
Only shadows of my past
For my memories are the heartache's pain
That taunt me 'til they're passed

All my memories turned to ash
Beneath the angel's feet
Now just dust, and nothing more
The smell was bittersweet

The angels placed a pure black rose
In the spot, my memories were burned
I wanted to see them one more time
But our memories must be earned

Beneath the altar of broken hearts
Where lonely angels sweep
My memories can't hurt me anymore
For you're buried way too deep

I hide my screams so no one hears
A breath is all it takes
I swallow all my loneliness
I hate the sound it makes

My heart keeps beating I don't know why
I know I'm dead inside
My tears won't fall there's nothing there
My pain has somehow dried

The mirror no longer looks at me
I hide my face in shame
It's me that made myself this way
I fully take the blame

Death won't even call my name
I'm not worth his time
I cannot hate what doesn't exist
My existance is a crime

One more day I have to breathe
I'm not worth the trouble it takes
Oxygen to me is only temptation
For one of nature's mistakes

I watch your kisses fade away
Your smiles all disappear
You thank God I'm home to stay
But indifferent, when I'm near

The love I see within your eyes
Are remnants from the past
I'm no longer your heart's prize
The promise didn't last

You gave your country all you had
They gave you back a chair
That's all you see, you're always sad
But war is never fair

I'd rather they shot me in the head
So I wouldn't know your name
They took away your life instead
But I'm the one you blame

I watch each day as our love dies
Crippled, I've stolen your joy
You look at me with pitiful eyes
Like a child sees a broken toy

You're the breath that fills my lungs
The smile that parts my lips
Your touch caresses my soul within
The reason my heartbeat skips

You're the memories that fill my mind
With dreams when I'm asleep
You're the sleeve that wipes away my tears
Each time I start to weep

You're the answer to all my prayers
Though unworthy I may be
You're the reason my eyes are blind
For it's only you I see

You're the reason why the sun will rise
And the reason why it sets
You're the light that shines to light the night
No matter how dark it gets

You're the breath that fills my lungs
So should you ever leave
You'd take away the reason I live
For I simply couldn't breathe

The sun will rise each morning
While looking for the moon
He tries his best from dusk 'til dawn
To make his beauty swoon

He waits around at twilight
Hoping that she'll appear
But everytime she smiles at him
He has to disappear

The stars will all bear witness
To the love that can never be
They're like two ships lost in the night
Just passing on the sea

The sun will help the flowers grow
And the moon controls the tide
A present to the bridegroom
And a present to the bride

Though they'll never be married
They live to light the sky
Content to pass and say hello
As each one passes by

I found a land with broken things
Scattered upon the ground
A place that only heartache brings
That's where my heart was found

I found a pile of broken trust
And promises everywhere
A wedding ring that's starting to rust
Too broken and bent to wear

I found a pile of broken dreams
Dreams that didn't come true
I climbed a hill of broken smiles
Smiles I gave to you

I found our future in tiny pieces
Beside a lake of tears
I tried to hold some long lost hope
But it crumbles and disappears

I even found our second chances
But the hurt just weighed too much
I found, "I'm sorry" a million times
But it was way too painful to the touch

I found a land with broken things
Scattered upon the ground
A place that only heartache brings
That's where my heart was found