To keep all sense of direction
and not to loose your way...

Like a hot liquid
running down my throat...

Love is the words you speak
love is the sweet little treats...

I turn around to see you there
but you aren't...

I sit in my existence
my head noisy with thoughts...

The little boy sits there
he can hardly breath...

Lets get away from this place
just me and you...

Her mind bubbles over
as she can't describe...

Ill start with your eyes
deep pools of blue...

How do you know
if what you're doing is correct...

I haven't been ready
to write what i want to say...

How do you begin to write
exactly what you're feeling...