type of love

if someone axed me why,
if someone said are you stupid?
i answer them because my name is Nick

everyday i think about each day that passed by,
each word that was said and why it was said,
every hour that i prayed and felt a different high
on each action that was made, and now im on this hospital bed

with the pen in my hand and my notebook on my knees
the ink that flows through the paper jotting down my mind
the words that are written down, i look up and see
the bright shining light that i always find

im back again on this bed writing down with my pen
the blue ink as it creates a fixed artwork on this white pad
all i think about was you as i pray and count from ten,
and as i count, i think of each word that you said...
to me

the words i love you never meant anything, it was that idea
that came from you as you spoke with familiar clarity
and by the look of eyes, i can tell that we can be a
happy couple, holding hands and kissing made it sense to me

you were the one, but i as i sit on this hospital bed
i tell you everyday i'm fighting just to have another use to be
but your no use to be, you are forever with me,
for it is with you that i feel why youre lying right beside me

with your eyes closed, and nothing you can see
and i can feel you heart, because it is in me