It is with an emptiness in my throat,
a riptide in my stomach,
and needles in my heart
that I write this today.

I fear you might find out,
I fear you might realise,
I fear you might explode,
and I am terrified that you will leave.

If you happen to chance across this,
while actualising your thoughts into words.
Feelings and emotions I wished you share with me,
that you so easily convey to a machine.

If you could see through my eyes,
you would never feel insufficient again.
And so I beseech God to rid my mind of you;
a mind that is welcomingly plagued by your presence.

A mind that personifies hypocrisy;
as I read your writings about a boy,
wishing they were about me
but they are not.

And yet I still keep going back.
Hoping to find my name in your words one day.

Do you wait for him?
Eternal confusion.
Wondering where he is.
Is he wandering?
If he knew would he care that his actions eat you to the core?
Blinkered by the fantasy.
Strangled by the truth.
Unable to act.
You have fallen before.
Did you wait for him?

A prayer is like a Melody
without it there's no harmony. . .
you can go sharp or flat
and lose something you once had. . .

Let notes of GOD be your choice
and make music instead of noise. . .
Through this melody you can speak
and he will listen without a peek. . .

It can be done in many ways
like singing in to praise
Or chanting with eyes that glaze
because spirit and soul engage. . .

Please hold on my friend
all our problems will soon end. . .
Don't fill your heart with worry
for the hand that hold us, is HOLY.

SHE:

" wind,  oh sweet and flowing wind
hear my heart that begs for thy love to hear
dearest letters that was kept for years.
I trust thee to send it warm and clear. . ."

HE:

" Swiftly whistling, warmly whispering
does the wind flew through my ear
hearing my love sending thy notes
that carried warm feelings that is ever so dear. . ."