• A Fatal Attraction to a Kindred Spirit


    When the nights were young,
    I dreamt most
    Of holding your hands,
    Afraid of ghosts

    I caressed the air,
    Into the sky
    Imagined myself wings,
    And pretended to fly

    The silent friend
    Right by my side
    Did nothing to help,
    When I cried

    As the days grew old
    And the stars collide,
    Depression took over
    We ran to hide

    Becoming shells,
    Amongst ourselves
    Happiness was forbidden,
    We were doomed to fail

    Now at our peak,
    We cling on
    To memories forgotten,
    Heavy heart, strong

    Now since we've met,
    Broken and forlorn
    I'll help clear the doubt,
    And weather your storm.