The paper I write uponis more patient than I will ever beand never worth the thoughtsI let rain upon it.They are too precious for me –and so are you.

silent lies become a whispered truthas my misery fadeslike a symphony, coloured in bluemy heart still answering to your echolingering in this body of minedon't you hide your soul awaydon't you keep it in disguisethis heart of mine –it doesn't compromise

your idea of eternitywas too different from mine

most love is lost in all that remains in the hidden