You speak to me in riddles, you speak to me in rhymes, my body aches to breathe your breath, your word keeps me alive.
You're in the arms of the Angels; may you find some comfort here.
I try so hard to live in the moment - I don't think ahead very much.
I'm so tired, but I can't sleep. Standing on the edge of something much too deep.
It's a very romantic sentiment, but to think that you would die if you didn't write, well, I would definitely choose to not write and live
Every time I'm close to you, there's too much I can't say, and you just walk away. And I forgot to tell you I love you.