3rd Degree

Every second without you is like a form of hell.
I'm trying to exist without the source for which I fell.
You make me live, you make me breathe,
without you, I just cannot be;
I don't think that I will survive
without you at least by my side.

It seems as if time merely saunters
when you are so far away.
I just crawl on slowly, barely getting through the day.

I need your face to be in peace,
I need your being to be complete;
I need your voice to sleep at night,
so I can, once more, feel alive.

It's terrifying falling
knowing you are not below.
Nowhere there to comfort me
-- there's nowhere I can go.

I'm breaking as you reduce me
into a lonely heart.
You don't even have a clue how bad this passion burns:
[3rd degree]
(my fantasy)
my love, my lust, my yearn.
Taking in this hope
that maybe you, someday, will learn.

I consider you my hero.
You say, I am Your Friend.
As I whisper into the darkness
(can't we love until the end?)

You are, Dammit, God knows where...
and, well... I ... I am here.
You are thinking... God knows what...
and, well... I... I'm thinking of us....

A relationship that is blind
on one side of the street.
In the darkness
(feel my hand
[as it touches your cheek])