It is not so much the words you
that drown my fears
and turn my sorrows into
No, it is you.
Simple enough, yet my cigarette
stained thoughts always drift listlessly
toward your heart.
Dancing on the lines of wind like
smoke lost from an open fire,
and warming me all the same.
You, who never lets me ponder the
darkness that so long was my home.
You, who gives me the answer
to what I had always thought I would be
at the constant loss for.
You, with your bewitching eyes which have
allowed you to see me in my potential
and never in my failure.
You, in every thoughtful glance that means
more than any thousand of my words.
You, who with your heart who has tenderly
restored a lost cause into
everything I had ever hoped to be.
You, with me.
And I’m happy.