Even though you've shattered my heart to pieces....

...each tiny sliver is still saturated with my love for you

My body still longs for you.
My heart still aches for you.
My spirit still begs for you.
My heart still beats for you.

And I am still sorry.
... No matter how hard I try to let go, I just cannot stop my heart from loving you.

"If I told you all the words I've yet to say, would they matter
or would you simply turn and walk away.
If I hold you, would you tell me I should go? Do I chance it,
or would it just be better not to know?...."

"I could write you a thousand love songs
search the world for the perfect tune and rhyme
but what good would it do
when it seems I'm out of time...."

As I give way to the unforgiving current, the memory of what was forms a solid glass tear-- falling to the tide, disappearing into the forgotten.

I might not be able to hold your cold sweet hand, but I can still feel your hand on my heart.

Sometimes I wonder if life is really worth living...
Other times I wonder if my reason for living is a mere lie...

My heart dies whenever I think about what your thinking because I know that you think like me...

... and I know what I think about...

and I pray that my thoughts aren't right.

I get this dwelling dark feeling that always seems to put a smile on my face. And the juxtaposition is so eccentric and malevolent that I know it suits me perfectly.

It's getting way too close to call it 'just a thought'.