Won't you be the Lighthouse to my Storm
Talking to me to get your silence
Singing to me to get me listening
Won't you be the Lighthouse to my Storm ?

Come bring calm in my silly Pandora
Because though you left the covers wide open-
And you're still steering my wings to the cold-
Amid the darkness, dear, be my Aurora ?

Won't you be the Lighthouse to my Storn
Drown me so you don't get lost in my sound
Catch me and let my persuasion float around
Wont you be the Lighthouse to my Storm ?

I wish I could skip through time
Skip from laugh to laugh
Trip over a touch or twinkling eye
To get to where we should be
The dimension where we do kiss

I wish I could skip through time
Skip from plane to plane
To a time and place I need
The dimension where we do kiss

To a dimension where you smile and think
A place where no lips make the ship sink
Oh, how I wish to skip through time
Just to tip over the brink

Cowering under the sheets
                  I beg of you
Stay, my lovely Illusion
Come back, my Fata Morgana

Do not let me wander off
  into that wild, dark night
Keep me from meeting those terrors
  those taunting dreams

Shivering from bones to blanket
                 I reach out to you
Try to grasp your stream of consciousness
Caress the ethereal of your mind

I scream.

Keep me locked up in you
Have me as an aside of cruel reality
Take what I offer and improve it
See me partially,
                           see me whole!

All alone. All alone.
Standing on the moon, peeking in
The girl is on tiptoes and guard
Hand over her heart, fingers crossed
All alone. All alone.

Sighing at the looking glass
Even kicking at its stand as she stares
Sometimes it seems so vivid over there
At times, it seems so pretty, so good
But in the end she is lonesome.

All alone, All alone
She eats her food and does her hair
Squints into the mirror, mends any tear
Folds any napkin, breathes humid air
All other interests are gone.
Really, she just doesn't want to be alone.

Crying near the telescope,
Jumping up, bound at her middle with a rope
But no closer does the blue sphere get
No shot at life gets in view, not yet
So there she is, all alone, all alone.

All that is left is lying under blankets staring up
Staring at the ideal she herself set up.

The problem is that I love fiercely,
or not at all.

And so my emotions are drowning me. Drowning me beneath an ocean of pinpricks of hurt because you love me, but you have her.
And so your love is choking me with the feeling of being alone forever because although I have you, I dont have you.
Not even a little bit,
                          not at all.

It was as I sat outside and listened to your ridiculous stories about fashion that the smile on my face became stationary and my mind was moving all over the place. It was jumping and running around you, kissing your lips and putting my head on your shoulder and it was up and running away on the glass shards that were your blue eyes because really, they chase me everywhere.  

I could not.

The only thing I could do was sit there and smile and watch because you utterly amaze me. I watched your blue eyes peel the world layer by layer and discuss how you think life should be and all I could do was smile. Completely, utterly in love, I could only smile. Smile about what could never be, what is to be buried like dreams you never tell a soul. A smile that should be left in the dark and treated with shame. A smile of a world of hurt. A smile of being so happy someone like you exists in the world, because you are a treasure.
So I hope she cherishes you, and realizes when she curls her arms around you that she has won. She has utterly won and I am left crying on my bed and collecting my tears and memories only to fling them back into my ocean of hurt.

So you see, the problem is not you.
The problem is that I love fiercely,
or not at all.

It is her that awaits you at home
Curls her arms around you sweetly
Embraces you daily in plain love
That lightens your path like a muse

Me?
I'm your Nessie to play with as you will
Or a monster of my own creation
Only used to talk to or to sometimes vent
An alchemist's joke gone wrong
Left like a fear in the dark at the day's end

And You?
When you get home she laughs about me
as she slowly worships your warm lips with vigor
So you sense the love slipping between your bodies
Pronounce the words to her I now cannot say to you.

So  now I'm left on my own to
Fill the spaces between my fingers
Fill up the space between my toes
With the loneliness you gave me
                                  Until all I am
                                            all I will be
                                                               is alone.

It started with Ovid
And really, it made me turn to stone
Made something long gone throng inside me
With just the way you talked and showed backbone
Yes, it started with Ovid

Inbetween there were the seas
The personal space we flirted in and grinned in
All the while filling up the spaces between my fingers
My name slipping off your lips like it was cherished
And all the while, there were the seas

Then came the Illiad
You were letting students give apples to the prettiest
But I think you didn't see it'd have been you
In fact, you were soon becoming the wittiest
And it slowly invigorated me but I was shy
So we just discussed the Illiad

Now is the time for Virgil
A time of white teeth in wide smiles about stories
A moment of touches of laughs of jokes
And suddenly a sign of another and love well-spent
And so with Virgil,
              With Virgil we shall die.