These Last Few Years

The way I was,
so very long ago,
it one of the reasons,
I hold this pain and cannot show.
I still breath today,
and continue to decay,
the wrongs of my ways,
lead my thoughts astray.
I loved the fire,
the flames danced,
across her smile and mine,
to sieze our moments,
never again to see sunshine.
Sparratically I screamed,
then finally broke,
a kid that lost,
the love of his life,
how was I to keep hope?
Love lost,
nothing returned or gained,
I sat and cried,
in the cold hearted rain.
I slept out in the storm,
hoping that its force,
would help me see her again,
but to no success,
was a dream granted.
Years past,
a cold set in me,
no emotion escaped,
no emotion recieved,
I sat and watched,
as life progressed,
without fear of dark and lonliness.
I accepted life,
in its' broken and cruel existence,
the same routine,
day to day,
hour to hour,
the same looks,
the same way the day played out.
Then a change,
a smile towards me,
a conversation with a beautiful stranger.
You slowly became,
a reason to go on,
a reason to be.
I continually ask,
why it would be,
that I met you,
so far into,
my misery.
I love you now,
and the way you are,
just knowing you,
helps heal these scars.
I can't ever show,
how much you meen,
to that broken kid,
that I used to be.
You've eased a pain,
we've sat through our rains,
I find my heaven,
after the hell i've strained.
Please one more time,
can you sing for me,
hold me in the dark,
and dance.