Run

I leave it all behind without looking back.
I walk away and sometimes I run.
This is why I run, because of you and the things I do.
I can't take it.  I run away. 

Race to Love

I JUMP THE GUN AND LOSE THE GAME. 

IT'S OVER BEFORE IT'S BEGUN.

I GIVE UP THE RACE TO LOVE.

Behind My Eyes

They will never know what lies beneath the surface of these crystal eyes, in the depths of my thoughts, what now is trapped between my heart and my brain.  They will never know, because the expression of these words will remain a foreign language to their ears.  Why should I bother?  Only you can hear.  Only you can understand.  We breathe the same desire from within, so it seems.  You’ve put this in me and now I’m here, yours for as long as time allows.  So, now what?  I want you to see what my eyes behold...

Two figures sprawled upon the floor, grasping at one another, wanting more.  They struggle to converge, to move closer to that place where they belong, without interruption, disguise or separation.  It’s you.  And it’s me.  Close the door, draw the curtains and shut off the World.  Remove all things that keep space between us.  All clothes disappear.  A room filled with you and me.  No lights, no sounds.  Give yourself to me.  Breathe into me your wild beast and show me what it means to be free.  I am waiting.  I am impatient, crazy and wild.  You have done this to me.  You hit me hard like addiction.

It is time for you and me to run into the night.  Just you, just me, forget a third.  I look to you, in your eyes.  You respond and say, “Yes”.  Inside of me, I feel my heart beating harder than ever.  Inside of me, inside of you. 

Now we fly, high.  Faster, further.  We have come so far as to reach the sky. Deeper through it, we fly, fire burning within us, screaming to be let out.  It is time.  We surrender and let go.  We fall beneath the World, the stars passing us by.  We are drenched in rain until we feel no more.  I open my eyes and you are standing over me.  You give me your hand and we run off into a new beginning.

"THE HEART"

He took my heart in his hands
He kissed it and spoke so softly
He ripped the heart and tore it clear of the chest

He looked at it and he cried
He held it in his hands and wrote
His name all over it
He opened my mouth and stuffed it back inside
Meanwhile I sit and swallow my pride

You see, this heart: it is not mine anymore

It is his
He is written all over my heart
And he goes
He kisses me once
He kisses me twice, three times
He leaves and says good-bye.

He is another's
But I am always his
It is written on my heart

I see it all the time

The Pianist

Tonight I realize something.  I do not love him.  I love the music that he gives me.  Tonight he refuses to play and tonight I refuse to love him any longer.  

Beauty, be mine.

The problem is that we don't write things down and we let the moment pass and become forgotten. How do we remember all of our beauty if we let it fly away?