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Missing is a strange thing That I never thought applied to me But now you've left, truly gone I miss you with a fiery intensity It burns and burns It has no end But when it comes down to it I know we're only friends Missing is unfair It creeps up sneakily behind me And leaps to my side whenever you're not there To hold my hand silently I miss the warmth in your eyes And the smile that plays on your lips I miss fussing over your jumper, holding your hand and arguing over the colour of the sky I just miss telling you things like this There's a cold shiver this morning Now I realise this is true Please don't leave me now Now I'

From mountains covered in a whimsical dusting, Across rapids which thundered louder than the heart, Where a voice gets lost within the depth of a canyon, I searched for a missing part. My eyes have seen beyond their years, Words of wisdom have flown off my tongue, A child-like joy has remained in my actions, As I traveled to discover the one: Excuse me, sir. Have you seen this man? He's about this tall, with eyes that shine with some secretive joy unknown to all, and I hope to someday claim it as mine. He captures the sun with his smile, Even the stars seem to glisten with a closer look, admiring this dreaming gem of the earth,

If only I had known about you from the start, that you were the only other half of my heart. What I would've done, what I would've said, even if it was as simple as binding us by thread. My feelings for you were so very intense, I couldn't help but wonder if you were dense. As my frightened feelings chased me away, I dreamed of a special, romantic day. A day in which you had begun to follow, but when you never came, I knew that wish was hollow. Still I sit here pining for you, hoping that its still true. That even now, you are the other half of my heart, despite our rough little start.

 I'm still having nightmares about myself. I've made wishes on poetry and torn apart bad books to re-write them, Stolen candy from a baby and said F- words to strangers. Forever, Finally and Free. But I lied, because every time I'm finally sure I don't  love you anymore I hear a song that was written about the two of us and I'm back in the state of forever,  and the bathwater turns cold around me, and I remember that you'll never love me as much as I love you and F- word. I plan to erase you from my memory, (Like that scene in eternal sunshine of a spotless mind.) I Made my own machine out of old letters you'd writ

I've always been true But just not enough To tell you what my heart feels.

Music is you Every song, No matter what, Is a sudden reminder of you Even if they went unnoticed when I was with you, I still feel you And I hate it Turning to music used to be my past, But what do I do, When it's not even possible to go there? There's pain, There's longing, There's memories, All intensified when music comes on Doesn't matter the time, Doesn't matter the place, Doesn't even matter the kind of music They're all just constant reminders Is it because you're percussion? Do drums in the songs, Make me think of you? I do not know, I will never know Except when I listen for them Then I know it's you I pictur