Your love left me long ago

But I buried the bricks of this house that your sadness once built

Though you branded your name into my heart, so I could love no other

I still feel the long lasting burn of our last night

Your silhouette

It still has the same effect, but of course you dont know that though

Departed, no grace, should I let you go?

We never could find each other in the dark

I guess we were hiding from each others past

I guess we're hiding from one another

We don't need to run anymore

I dreaded even heaven when it comes to leaving your side

So the feeling of being under a cypress tree

With you under the green

Knowing that you're watching me about 6 feet deep

I'll keep your headstone decorated

With scented candles and notes from our friends while other ghosts convene

In your beauty rests both my life and my death with my tired mind

So I'll be the poet and you'll be the poetry

Joining broken hearts and story telling scars

Falling in love with the frost of an overcast

Interwoven in my skin and bones

Was the fractured dream of dying alone

The heartache and pain of a lovers complaint

Is the burnt out story of man made misery

Let me near your lips like caffeine

And let me run into your heart and keep you breathing through your veins

I would not bend my knees

To the unmantled chaos

That left you in this place

At night I hear you call my name

I feel the warm of your body underneath the sheets

You life is now poetry

Burn your name into my soul

There's a rhythm to my misery

And it's you

When you are old and you are grey and full of sleep

And nodding by the fire, take down this book

And slowly read, and dream of the soft look your eyes had once

And of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace

And loved the sorrows of your changing face run