What warmth is there to call? If your not there,
What breath is there to breathe? If there's no air,
What paper heart is there to color? If the markers bleed?
Even if days come and go, your all I need.
What skies is there left to call? If the blue fades away,
What weeks are left to be wasted? If it's left behind it's days,
And what could we call this feeling? If there is no name,
If feelings couldn't describe it, what's there left to blame?
How can we spend hours laughing? if no phone call is made,
The darkest of nights and days, memories of you never fade,
Fairy tales quickly die, in what you say-
What fairy tales are left anyway?
What pillow is there to hug? If your not hugging yours?
How can we see each other? If there are closed doors?
What window is there to shout your name from? If you don't shout back?
What wall is there to hold on to?
In this heart attack?
