Tomorrow might be better
But then it might be worse...

Touch...
The grasp of truth...

I breathe you in the cypress oak
Its every day's hello...

Ashley in the warm air of the morning, every day,
Ashley in the hidden secrets of the delicate rose...

Yes friend, tell me of that good deal
the one that made you feel so real...

True gifts are those that flow
From within the heart and soul...

Your smile is a light
On a darkened day...

Leaping from a tall cliff
Holding you in my arms...

Hours feel like days without you,
And I sit around impatiently...

Im reaching out to clutch
What isn't here but I can touch...

Twisting innervisions of the soul caress
The empty thoughts of lifelessness...

I wish everything was the way I wanted it to be
I wish you'd love me more and pay attention to me...