when you're dreaming with a broken heart, the waking up is the hardest part.

You caught me by surprise,
as it was during the time when I could not rise.
I was kept down from my previous experience,
still unable to shake off the occurrence.

I prayed for a miracle,
hoping not to receive something which is satirical.
Then there you were,
beckoning me out of the blur.

Beautiful you are,
with no other human being on par.
Special you are,
like the brightest ever shinning star.

Though you may not agree,
you are to me.
But afraid I am,
knowing this is no tinker's damn.

Giving too much may not be the best choice,
but I just want to see you in rejoice.
Strange that this looks so familiar,
yet feels so peculiar.

Perhaps it may be one-way traffic,
but it may not be all so tenebrific.
Because when you smile,
it makes it all worthwhile.

I may be a fool,
and never be cool.
I may be small,
and never tall.

But one thing's for certain,
and not one that you can draw the iron curtain.
Is that you're lingering in my mind,
and it's not something I can unbind.

What else can I say about school but PW sucks?


Peace and love,
Lewis