What makes the world spin?
Is it happiness and shared kisses...

What is a poet?
Is it someone with a bunch of failed dreams...

Sitting in the corner,
Holding back tears of gold...

In this quiet corner,
I sit and wonder what it would be like...

There were so many nights I sat in this chair,
I would think of you...

Now I am lost,
Your angry glances cut deep in my heart...

Cascades of sounds as sweet as candy,
Deep as a roaring tiger...

Watching you walk away,
Tears cascading down these pale cheeks...

Bittersweet memories echo down an endless hall,
Silence surrounds slowly as the trail becomes...

Four years of falling in love,
Oh how they seem so long...

I have come back here,
To my fantasies and dreams...

The snow falls outside my window,
Fierce winds pelt the sides of my empty home...