analyzing my life
finally seeing for the first time
that I don't like how I'm living
and that the only thing
I love and look forward to
is you
as the tears stream down my face
being freed from their prison
I know that I can't turn back
that this time my feelings will be mutual
our cares combined as one
my burdons are lifted
by the little things you do
and all I ask of you now
is to not move a muscle
don't speak a word
but to keep whispering sweet thoughts to me
through your eyes
and that the only touch I may feel
is your hand upon my face
wiping away my tears
