I wrote this awhile ago.

I'm wrapped in your smile
And I'm lost in your eyes
You're like the phantom of the opera
You hide  in disguise

A touch of fear has struck your soul
Fighting the demons as they dance around your heart
You haven't lost the race
You just forgot how to start

A fire burning bright
I wanna be your guide and show you the way
Please don't go, I want you to stay

Time is running out
My patience is losing site
Should I jump ship or continue the fight ?
Wasted time and wasted days
I fell in love with your magic, your silly little ways.
My shadow in the dark
My night in the light
My forever phantom

Red is the colour that reminds I am alive,
That my heart beats against my will,
That despite this numbness and darkness and stillness-
I am not dead.

Red is the colour that reminds me of valentines,
That screams love and passion and forever,
That despite whispering lies and hate and short memories-
I am loved.

Red is the colour that reminds me of anger,
That defens and blinds me,
That despite building up and staying and makeing a home-
I am calm.

Red is the colour that means STOP.
It tells me to STOP pretending,
To STOP being calm,
It tells me to STOP being what I am not.

Red is the colour that means many things.
Red is dangerous.
Hateful.
Angry.
Loving.

There are great periods
In our lives; passages.
Agreed. Truism.
I'm at that age, where,
In an average life-span
Of one, such as I,
Either one or both parents
Are gone. Are going soon.
I know, there are many
Exceptional, wonderful,
Depressing and ******
Stories,
But the aggregate is
Right on with this.
So, if you're young,
Twixt, middle or aging,
Go give Mom, Dad,
Granda and Granny
A hug, a kiss, a handshake,
A touch, and
Just tell 'em you love 'em.

I love the way
you lean closer to me
and whisper



I love you

To my ear.

you saved me from...
myself
countless scars upon my arm
the faceless opponent in my head
breaking point
You kept me from giving up.
i cant help but love you.

"I love you."
just three words
alone they mean nothing
but together they mean everything
from the special person, from you
they mean eveything

You're too pretty to look so sad.

You're too young to feel so empty.

You laugh too heartily to be so numb.

I've loved you too much for your chest to hollow.

You'd loved me too much to to ever want to leave.

You'd disguised yourself too well for me to know better.

I wish I'd known.
I wish I'd known.