Still waiting for hope to tap me on the shoulder.   Still waiting for something to whisper into my ear.   Still, nothing as such! I am alone and I hate it!   I’m waiting for you to turn me around   and scream that you’re here! And...

In the end, all that matters is that we still have each other.   All the material things, are just that… things.   If I can walk hand in hand with you into the sunset of our lives,   that would be most special and...

Dawn in your waking eyes, dusk in your dying eyes. Our eyelids peel in daybreak and embrace in nightfall.   There was an aurora of tears in your dusking eyes. Now a velvety blackness behind those fallen eyelids.   Now a death-like still in those tear-wells. Now a life-like rush in bulging...