Like I Never Was

You can go on with your life
Like I never was
A passion now lost
See what love does?
How can I move on?
Just a little hint or a clue
Why did you leave me?
Where was my mistake?
Or was it all a show
A love that was fake
You can continue living
But always remember
The pain you left me in
On that cold night in December

In Love With You

I dream,
Just to hold your hand, and
I am lost to imagination.
A sort of starry-eyed
Fascination.
I would die to touch your hair.
I could perhaps,
Collapse,
In a red-faced moment, shy.
I know you wonder why I sigh,
And swiftly look away.
It's just, you burn inside my heart,
But I hope you don't yet see me through.
I want to hide, but I fear it's clear to every eye,
That I am so in love with you . . .

   

I Will Draw

I will draw you a picture
I will draw it with a twist
I will draw it with a razor
I will draw it upon my wrist
If I draw this picture right
Then will come a beautiful sight
A sight of blood...of liquid red
All because of one of word
That was chose not said
But should I draw this for you?
Or how about just for myself?
No need to keep waiting
My whole life on a shelf
I look at myself and see nothing
No matter what I do
My life will keep sucking
Should I draw this picture for myself?
To be kept inside?
Or let it all come out
And kill myself?

I Want

You sat there
The way you sometimes act
Makes me wonder
How you feel
But I know how you feel
You barely feel
Feel for me
I want you to feel for me
I want you to need me
I want you to hold me
I fear this will never happen
I want to tell you
What I want
What I need
                                                     But I can't
                                                     I won't
                                                    Never will

Friend To All

Am I to remain forever
Friend to everyone
And lover to no one
By whose design
Was this cast
Or has all
Of my chances past
One died cold and alone
And the other
I walked away from
Disturbing visions
I want them to leave
Instead they keep
Haunting me
Of a red car
Speeding, driver drunk
Slams head on
Small black convertible
Kills the one I love
Devina, my life, my love

Do I Have To

Do I have to say goodbye to her?
If I don't
Won't she remain?
If I don't say goodbye
Will she still be alive?
My tears blind me
In a pain
That she must have felt
I couldn't help
For her pain I would have taken
Oh, how she must feel forsaken
By me, her friend
I shall remain till the end.