It's the only way I know how to get by..

Is the hurt i feel, felt by you?

You're becoming just another silhouette into my history.

Hard times that tried our souls.

Don't stop... dont stop speaking, listening, conversing.
Don't stop touching, holding, feeling.
Just don't stop moving, or the burning thoughts will take a hold and swallow you.

Waiting for what. id love to know, maybe then i could vaguely see through this deep dark fog vibrating off my skin.

Who ever said patience is the key. its been years..and still i cant work out which door or the cut & curve of the metal key. i havent even seen the peephole through the door.

The truth frees and pains

You awake, but im gone again, forgive me for making you feel special..

Everything about how we met, lost contact, times that past, things we've been through, and the way our lives intersected again, its just meant, anyone would tell you so.