When you're not there, my heart can't beat
When you're not there, I'm not complete...

The dark, hard floor
The silent midnight hue...

Millions upon millions of infinitely small pieces
Of sharpened harsh glass, bitter and fragile...

I do not want a Romeo
Ever changing like the moon...

There's nothing so sweet as the sound of...
Waiting...waiting...waiting...

Calm graceful silent smooth
unassuming philosophical self-sustaining...

Upwards, reaching high
Arabesque, ethereal...

I've felt the shaking earth tremor and quake
Seen great cathedrals topple and fall...

Lonely and outcast from her peers she stands
With a pen and a notebook of paper in hand...

There have been others past, but none like him
They were always too shy, too aloof, too grim...

L(a
le...

I call him
We talk...