The Journey

Is it the journey... or is it the destination...
is it the path we choose... or where we long to be...
and i sit here... dark walls surrounding...
staring at my pictures of you... wanting to know...
if i should be happy... because i got to hold you once in my arms...
or sad... that i only got to hold you once in my arms.

is it the choices we make... or the chances we are forced to take...
is it making all the right decisions... or the wrong ones we can learn from...
and i sit here... dark walls surrounding...
imaging your lips pressed against mine... wanting to know...
what is more painful... experiencing the first kiss only once...
or knowing that there must be a last one.

and we make mistakes... and we stumble...
and we fall... and we fly...
and so i take this journey... away from the dark walls surrounding...
to take you out of this corner in my mind... wanting to know...
if no matter the journey... no matter the path i take...
if my heart has any other destination... besides you.

have you ever missed someone so much that it hurts...

so you are forced to take your mind off them any way you can... cause just the thought of not being with them is like a needle in your
heart... and so you are left with the pain of a thousand needles in your
heart... every time they cross your mind.

well... that's love. and it hurts. and if it doesn't... than it's not
love.

if i would think of your face, would you know it...
if i would blow you a kiss, would you keep it...
if i would tell you I've missed you, would you believe it...
if i would hand you the world, would you cherish it...
if i would whisper i love you, would you hear it...
and if i would give you my heart... would you want it... as much as i
want yours!