The waiting is what slows me down,
The waiting makes me weak.
The waiting that draws out my days
And keeps me from my sleep.

The waiting keeps me dwelling long;
Gives hopes of nothing more.
When I decide to recognize,
I'll be waiting here no more.

Waiting weeks for something good
Or expecting something bad,
Keeps my mind on what just might;
Not all the great I have.

Its easy to pretend as I dream in never never land where love is an eternal blooming flower that is  not just devoured by the hour But when I  wake its my perpetual fall from grace that keeps you out of reach And even if you were near it would be simply out of fear that I couldn't hold your hand But back to sleep I'll go and see your face behind a veil and hear the moon and the sun and stars sing of how beautiful you are in white But it's only make belive and its the kind of love that
looks good on paper The kind that would never end if only just pretend But eventually I'll have to go The dream will end a heart will break  but somewhere between forever and never I can always find your flower

All those who fought with silence,
Used their words instead of violence,
Tattooed scriptures upon their thighs
Battled the lows with ballpoint highs,
Burn away the fracture pieces,
Iron on the tainted creases,
This purging was our way of survival,
Poet's own parables a secondhand bible,
This was love, this was hate, this was rage,
This was anything we could confess in midnight haze,
Dream out loud all you silent eyed fiends,
For this was nothing but the fuel of the machine

You are not my children,
tender as you are.
You are not my lover,
though you cause my heart to yearn.
You are not my sun,
or my moon,
or my star.

I set you on this rock;
you will not make me burn.

You are simply sticks,
arranged upon the pyre.
You are clever tricks,
though you flaunt my clear desire.
You are not the match,
or the wick,
or the fire.

I set you on this rock;
To see what might transpire.

You will never be a pheasant's egg to be coddled.
You are only this: a calf led to the slaughter.

I want you to hold my hand.
Hold my hand so tight that my bones break and every crack whispers how much you really need me. The space between my fingers should forget what it's like to be empty because you'll fix each and every crease. Light a fire in my palms and melt away any other touch other than your own.
I desire you.
I am something worth destroying. Can't you see that I would rather be a pile of broken floorboards and shattered glass than an abandoned house, having never been touched by you? Burn your name across my body and tattoo it onto my heart so I understand what it means to love with a passion.
I want to thank you.
You've made minutes feel like decades by holding me until my internal clock shattered and the only perception I had of time was the beating of your heart. You turned words I was too afraid to speak into currency and now I am a millionaire with nothing to show for it except your smile. You filled my eyes with stars and heart with assurance so when pieces of me died I still had something left to believe in. You never gave up on me when everyone else did.

Under the influence of a dream
Under the influence of desire
Under the influence of her smile
Under the infuence of her gaze
Under the influence of this monster
  sleeping inside my heart

In this mad mad world I was lucky enough to fall in love
Love gives the hand a reason to pick up a pen
Love gives the lungs a reason to breath
Love gives the heart a reason to beat
Love gives the lips a reason to dream
Even if only in a dream I was lucky enough to fall in love

Blindly madly and impossibly in love
How is it that the mere shadow of
  your ghost
Has my heart lost in a dreamers
  haze
Has my thoughts chasing you
  through an endless maze
Has me digging deep through the
  ground
For something I had never lost
  but rather something I never held
And now I'm blind and I'm mad
  and somehow impossibly in love