Fragmented and afraid of what she lost,
Consumed with thoughts of what she's done...

The chill of the morning cuts deep into my bones.
My coffee cup on one side...

Fall into me honey.
My arms are wide open...

I miss the taste of your lips,
how they felt against mine...

A cold-hearted beast they called you,
Warned me not to get involved...

Take me there.
To that place in the back of your mind...

You cloud my mind with thoughts of uncertainty,
Dreams of love for eternity...

Swaying in the gentle breeze
there's a multitude of colors...

Claws of my demons grab
at the fabric of my clothes...

You don't know,
that when you say I love you...

Standing on the beach during twilight
next to you, the setting just right...

" Sit up straight, don't slouch! "
Words always spoken by the proper grouch...