Garden Full of Errors

That's all for today. Maybe tomorrow I'll have strength to tell you more. Until then, I must rest because the life I live tomorrow and the things I'll say to you tomorrow must wait.

"We haven't got time
for silliness and playful
poems. Prose and rhyme. . ."

Gone

I couldn't imagine life without you.
And now I can't imagine life with you ever again. . .

Together

Maybe we can start anew. . .
Maybe we can start again. . .

I'll tell you my name, and you'll tell me yours.
I'll tell the game, and you'll tell me the curse.

We'll be even; we'll be plain.
We'll be together; we'll be insane.

Letter Unwritten

Used...
Abandoned....
Forgotten...

Maybe these were things I had already felt before you left, or maybe I just knew this is how you would leave me.

"And I always play
the same song when I think of
calling you to
apologize for what you did."

The Human Heart

"Broken and wounded is a good place to start. . ."

The Day

"Sleep sweetly, sleep softly. When you wake, it will be the hardest test you've ever faced."

Desert

"When you wake up, I
will tell you what you have missed.
When you wake up, I
will tell you about the last time we kissed.
When you wake up, I
will tell you about my dreams.
When you wake up, I
will tell you that I'm just waiting to wake up from this nightmare."

In Your Arms

Your blessings have brought me pain, suffering, and the deepest of sorrows. Your blessings have brought me heartache, healing, and chaos. Your blessings have brought me to the desert and to this wilderness that is unknown and has not yet been traveled. Your blessings have brought me loneliness, craziness, and a madness untamed by the treasures of this world. Your blessings have brought me sleepless nights and tearful mornings. Your blessings have brought raint and thunder. Your blessings have brought me to the end of my rope. Your blessings have brought me exactly where I need to be...

Heard

I'm not interested in what they say about me, but tell me, who am I to you?

Lost

"I can't help but sense I'm missing something. And it kills me knowing that something is you."

Symphonic

The flowers move, and the flowers beckon. The trees grow, and deep inside, they know. They know we are waiting to be made new, They know it too well.

Separation

"...and I don't think we could be the same. This is what happens when someone changes their name. You won't recognize me the next time you see me. You shouldn't. I'll never be the same again."