If life were a maze, then you are my compass.
If life were a book, you are the eyes that I read...

Why do poets paint war as a hero's treat?
And how can its silence be so deafening...

As you walk, slow and awkward.
I see the roundness under your dress...

Shining eyes and stolen glances
small clues to your sacred secret...

A brief moment in time, a single blink
For that lapse of thought there is consequence...

Have you noticed
Everyone wants exposure...

Fog is descending all around me
Or could I be ascending to it...

Shredded
Before all I had in my mind was strife...

Do you know how he hurts, how he sobbed in my...
I had to sit and watch as his heart was broken in...

Fire
Licking up the curtains...

What do I want? I can tell you.
I want you here with me...

Close your eyes, and barr out figments of your...
Let me show you exactly what you can find...