My struggle

"..isn't it a shame, this ain't a movie ~ then you could re-write my every line.."

Does it matter that I miss you? I don't even have a way to tell you so when all is said and done I guess I want you but I didn't know it until you told me so.

Confusion doesn't begin to describe the lonely so low it's unnecessary to me. If I put you on a pedastal I know you would stay because above all else it's where you deserve to be.

Paintings I paint on my wall fail to reflect the bolder colour that lives so rich inside of me.

The thoughts I have about you every night before to sleep I fall and I don't have the strength to say it because I know to you it would sound like comedy, when "funny" is what it would be.

Floating in my head are skies and seas inconclusive to me and I am left alone to interpret the imagery I see.

While your distance keeps the close coming I worry for the static on the line.

Such a little thing yet so trying to the spirit of flight.

My way~Your way~ our way grows or glows who knows betwen me and you where the rest of it goes with no charted course of past experience to ponder.

I guess I want the want to do some good. I guess I want to understand what aspects fo me you don't want; if only to find that after all that there is something of me still remaining for the equation.

So back in my mind the back of my mind I retreat prepared for loves battle and loves defeat, so that once again on the street we can meet somewhere level and elevating like mars or beyond stars.

The insanity vibrating so intoxication for me it's you if for you it's me, the phone to my soul keeps ringing caller id won't reveal the right line. So, I keep giving what is left of sweet...time.