You're 'heroes' aren't real people
They're drawings and hopes and tales
Real heroes are the ones that help
They're the ones that really care.
Now, don't get me wrong,
Superman is great and all
But he's really just a figure
Just strong and buff and tall.
Batman, Spiderman, they're figures too,
Their stories tell ones of crime
But I know some even better ones
Some stories really worth the time.
It's the kids that don't get noticed
The ones that are left behind
You can't put the name to face,
But they've been there this whole time.
Everyone comes before they do,
They're ready to make a change
They help, sacrifice, volunteer
And you always found it strange.
Does it seem so weird, now?
Have you grown up and seen it for real?
They're the Superman, Batman, Spiderman too
They're the ones that helped people heal.
Remember that day you dropped your books?
Remember when you felt so alone?
It's those kids that helped and lent a hand
They're the ones that should be known.
So next time you pick up a comic
Even you, in your growing age,
Superheroes are the ones in real life
Not the fighters on a page.

It's almost poetic
The way you speak
It's almost poetic
The way you think
The way you sleep and dream
It's almost poetic
The way I feel for you
It's almost poetic
The way we argue
It's almost poetic
When we say goodbye
Not knowing the next time
We'll see each other
You are the curved line
And I am the dot
That creates the question mark..
And it's almost poetic
If it were not so pathetic.

I want to lay down
Under the night sky
And watch the stars
With you
For so long
We notice them spinning
To the sound of our heartbeats.

And for a split second, there we were again. In a world with no troubles, summer had no end. The nights were long, but never too cold, for though the sun didn't shine, your strong arms never grew old. The stars, there were plenty, illuminated the rivers. All I could hear was your voice and the wilderness; all I could see was the beauty above. Your hand clamped in mine, your arm protecting me, felt so tied down, yet astonishingly free.

But then it was gone, so soon as it came. Your eyes suddenly vanished; dear, did you grow mute? The memory stayed but you left with the wind.
But no sooner do the stars come up, does it all start again. I hold you for seconds, I take you back in...the smell of your hat, the feel of your skin. Why do you torture me so? You're miles away but still drag me so low. But I think it's time I say bye, for holding on to your memory might cause me to die.

And maybe one day, you'll be lost in thought, will remember those nights that you'll think I forgot. And maybe that day, you'll come back to me, maybe not to stay, but to set me free.

Stars in her eyes, and love In her heart.
She dances to the rhythm that flows through her soul.
She's filled with joy, and I'm overcome with peace.
We meet eyes and everything's at ease. 
In love in a second, no thought, no regrets. 
No words needed but we say them anyway.
Hey I say.
Hey she says.
Our words are nervous, breath heavy, eyes filled with anticipation.
I ask if she wants to leave
She smiles.
We walk and walk. No direction or motive, just talking. Words upon words, heart connected to heart. 
Love in an instant, that lasts forever.