Ready or not my heart will come,
ill erase everyone in sight,
I want to be the holder,
of your dreams and mind,
ill freeze the hands of time,
from its regular tick tocks,
to a simple tock,
ill break the rules,
carry you as my favorite jewel,
gather all my tools,
if I have to ill dangle in the sky,
hold respiration tight,
so I can be next to you
in the correct time,
for only I desired
for your heart to keep,
I would even whine as a young kid,
if I may not walk with
you down this streets,
yet everyday my sight grows
to a blurry view,
for some reason
the skies grow into a dark gray,
wish I could and wish I may,
control the weather
in this celestial place,
clear the heavy
almost dropping clouds of rain,
to a simply ray of light,
for your beauty to shine,
does not matter if my hand
is not the one you hold,
clear the skies, fresh air,
I will dangle up above,
searching for paths,
to once again, walk through life,
it seems you where ready,
yet not with me,
so I was not the man,
who smiles down the streets,
yet the one resting
in the shadows of the ruin streets
-che