the city is cold and i know you feel alone i long for your hands such a simple pleasure the snow outside changes your clothes im in love with your soul romantic and hopeful every word you write makes me love you more every breathe you take is poetry ive not written
i saw your face again today and youd be angry with me because as i gazed upon it for one last time i tore it to shreds and threw it into the rubbish can because life is but a dream as the song says you dont have the power you once did how does that make you feel to be powerless these things i surely know
how different we think life would be if we could go back in time and change it however that would include taking the risk that we wouldnt screw it up a second time around
the wind this morning carried your voice to me but when i turned my head it was gone looking up tonight a sparkling light caught my eye but when i turned my head it was gone a fragrance on the breeze enchanted both heart and mind but when i turned my head it was gone until at last the thought came to me why do i keep turning away
whisper to me so that the world drowns out its noise hide from me that everything else is looked over touch me not until each moment is an expectation list me among the things least regarded that i outdo myself to prove my worth