I may look like a harsh storm, blowing in off the coast,
But the howls of my wind are but only a scare tactic, weeding out the weak of your kind. My clouds may be blackened and screaming with uncertainty,
My rain may frighten you, tempting you into its drowning waters.
But when the eye of my storm finally catches you, you’ll see.
I am not a storm at all,
But simply a calm breeze; a slight mist in the night.
Singing sweet lullabies to sooth your wandering heart

Be a snowflake.
And dance with me to these melodies
Inside a snow globe made just for you and me.

Your words,
are soaked in glue.
And they are sticking to me,
like it's all they know how.
The trace marks of your fingers,
linger on my skin
Clearly outlined in tingles and chills
Your kiss,
follows me like a shadow
A feeling I just can't shake loose.
But why would I ever want to.
Now a ghost fills that space
And all I have left is this pebble,
and the memories that wrap around it like a blanket.
To comfort me in this solemn grave
I dug myself in.
If only I had the strength to reach up,
to reach for your hand,
and climb my way out.

"There is a great war in me,
between the lie that I could forget you exist,
and the truth that you are everything there is."
-Beau Taplin

And I'll meet you,
there,
under the streetlight.
Just a bulb flickering,
lighting the alley between us.
Under the moon and the stars.
And we'll stay there long,
unaware as the minutes and hours tick by,
Even as the summer warmth fades away with the horizon
And I'll see your face through the darkness,
Eyes fixed upon me.
Like there's a spotlight just on me.
Your icy fingers,
entwined in mine,
will bring me down to earth.
And I'll sigh a breath of release,
because
there,
under that streetlight,
is more a home,
than any I've ever known before.

If only the words spilled from my lips like they do from my fingertips.
Then maybe you would understand
Never again would stutters and pauses and knots in my throat,
stand in the way of my thoughts and your kiss.

It's when you jump in, but forget to hold your breath.
When you go to speak, but find you've lost your voice.
It's when you dream, but the only images you see are blurry.
When you smile, but you can feel tears running down your cheeks.
It's the wind knocked out of you because you fell,
when you thought you could fly.
I know you're holding on by fingertips.
I know you're losing your grip.
Don't let go.
Don't let go.
Don't let go.
I'll tell myself,
You can't stop fighting.
Because you once believed in magic
You once believed in miracles
You once believed in the impossible.
and once believed in fairy tales.
And I know now,
that he's there waiting for me,
believing in me.