Hard times that tried our souls.

Don't stop... dont stop speaking, listening, conversing.
Don't stop touching, holding, feeling.
Just don't stop moving, or the burning thoughts will take a hold and swallow you.

It seem as though recently the only time we talk is when we're fighting..i hope they're just arguments and not the end of us.

We spend nights together, i go out with some friend, you get edgy, whats wrong..

You're my lover and best friend, but when i feel your mad, i cant talk to you or make you feel better, i just hope you let go and grab me and hold tight.

Everything about how we met, lost contact, times that past, things we've been through, and the way our lives intersected again, its just meant, anyone would tell you so.

You awake, but im gone again, forgive me for making you feel special..

The truth frees and pains

Who ever said patience is the key. its been years..and still i cant work out which door or the cut & curve of the metal key. i havent even seen the peephole through the door.

Waiting for what. id love to know, maybe then i could vaguely see through this deep dark fog vibrating off my skin.