The days pass by
slower and slower with each week...

Two different dreams
so very much the same...

Entrancing me
as i melt...

I want to be the light
the light that shines for you...

This can't be happening
I need to stop...

The night
the dark night...

For with each word
my heart will show through...

To speak would be to admit
and to admit would be to set myself up...

Tears pour
as i see what i have done...

I shall speak not a word
for to utter yon forsaken words...

Through the tears
that blurred my eyes...

Once upon a time there was this amazing boy
he was as sweet and kind and funny as one could...