Tuesday mornings on the front porch,
Sipping dark coffee and watching the world  pass us by.
The sky will bleed a thousand different colors
But you will still be the sun.

I sat under the stars
And begged for you last night.
But you were still gone
When I woke up this morning.
How am I supposed to know
If I should stay,
When to let go?

Never doubt that you are loved.
You are a spark of light in someone's darkness.
A monsoon to the thirsty
A banquet to the starved.
An undeniable force of nature
A beating heart against the silence
A hand to hold 'til fear subsides
You are all this and more to many.
You are all this and more to me.
Believe.

There're spaces within
my chest,
         and this redundant
       motion of
             rising and falling
     will suffocate
   the very essence
of my soul.
     And as I ache
     for the love that
     your body
     provides,
I will find myself
reaching for you-
      completely
              deprived.

Silly school girl with someone else to hold her
Can't compensate for how much you care