I'm cleaning around my room
And I feel the energy shifting.
The cool breeze entering
Through the open doorway.

It is an omen
A pray for today.
Right ruddy is the face
Whose eyes stare upon my home
With a clear mind
And an open heart.

I'll forever hold you close,
My dearest friend,
If platonic soulmates truly exist,
When things are finally calm,
I'll be happy to call you mine.

I just wish, one confession after another, that they'd be believed.
I pour my heart out into doubt, or into uncertainty, and I'm okay with pledging love to a void where I know not love goes.
Like throwing a rock into space,
I'll toss my heart into the fray,
And I'll fight tooth and nail to be the best thing for you

There's nothing I can do
But show her all of my love
And wait.

Can I say why i love you still?
I can give you many reasons, I could write tomes of devotion, series spent on your eyes,
But, I love you unconditionally,
It took time, it wasn't instant, it was tried and tested.
I love you as you are.
No if, ands, or buts.
I love you for you, my perfect person

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We can work through the pressure
Just take your time,
Know who's there for you,
And make your heart Happy.

Your soul, golden to me,
No matter your choice.
I know I am a sorry soul
But never forget i love you so.

Oh my dear, sweet Honeybee,
Attention I have owed to thee
Every day I'll sure to be
Everything you wish of me!

Today begins the slow build
The magnificent path,
The Great Work.
Our break, needed.
The path we're on, so lovely.

Thank you, Honeybee.
You're my world

I made grand promises
Of what I'd do
To those that use
And manipulate you
My beauty, my love, my soul.

I don't know anymore
Who you truly love
And if I'm actually
The center of your world.

I shall say these words
Acrostic confession
May even add embellishments so
For if i spoke honest
I would not be confident,
No, never,
Ever again.

I will keep trying
I don't know why i am
I forgive myself
I guess

I cannot be used,
Nor can I be loved
And both of these, fine with me.

I cannot fill the void,
Made inside this pine,
So I shall cut down the whole tree.

Make a stump
Prepare it well
And transfer up a sapling

Let this be Love
It be my faith
And let it grow from my dead body

I am going out today
To see where I can go
Maybe I won't return again,
Lord i dont even know.

Would it be a blessing or a curse
To just put down my pen?
Why do i write, I feel contrite
To never write again.

Fell for pine eyes,
Dressed in red, my sorrow,
Oh stricken down thy arms and thighs,
Never forget i'm the pine in his eyes.

God looked upon the glory he made,
And, Lord, did he get jealous.
He formed every being in heaven,
And yet He made you the most stunning.

He's watched you grow, evolve, and change,
And He's jealous of the happiness you give me
That He couldn't.

You make the Heavens envious!
For they know their beauty
Is nothing compared
To you, oh Muse.
Oh bright shining, radiant being,
The Tears of God are shed for thee!

What must I do?
Here is my list:
Make sure your attention
Is focused on her.
Love her fully, but show it this time
And don't let her hide her feelings.
Do not hide yours,
No matter if you end up hurt,
It's already happened once,
I know you'll love. I know you'll live.

Talk daily, call her, treat her just as she is viewed in your heart.
In the end, you'll still make her feel like the most important person in the world.

That is what matters the most right now

Every word you said,
Bouncing around my mind,
Like a lovely ball of light
Showing my soul
That smiling is okay.

Countless questions
With no more answers,
Yes and no
Written in her eyes.

Time will tell, dear
If my wishes come true.
Neither answer
Will stay my heart.

Yes or no, dear,
Can come in winter.
Whether this one
Or the next, or the last.

No more pain
And no more sorrow.
Time to make your
Smile shine bright.

I will not be afraid
To speak my mind
And to shout my heart's love

I nary wish to hide my penned
And quoted phrases, hidden in
My nonsensical rhymes, symbolic speech
No, I shall not let my words beseech

The sanctity of openness,
The sacred land of free excess,
My page, my land, looked for with care
Where I may lay my feelings bare.

Bring forth the peering eyes, behold!
A treasury of stories told
Within the madman's wealthy rhymes,
Looking forward, or back in times.

My heart is free, my soul unhinged,
My mind consumed by thoughts less grim.
All thanks to the Muse's daughter, sweet,
Within my mind, fear I defeat.

You let me live for you
And this is what I'll do

Oh beautiful, my risen Sun,
My glorious radiant divinity.
You, the enlightener of the skies,
Warmer of hearts, thrill of the mind.

Sing praises, I, to thy wondrous name!
Who shall thy be in my world?
The brightest star, brighten the moon,
And make the night lessened so.

So, sing I the praises of you, my Sun!
My honey-worded Muse,
May my praises shine greatly,
As thy beams of warmth and love!

A hop, jump, and skip away
Was the happiness I found today.
I can truly say in every way
That I've found my way back home.

I said what all I had to say,
We listened to our music play,
And as we laid down spoken lays,
You healed my heart of sorrow's song.

Thank you, dear, oh blessed be
The eyes that see what I can see,
For whenever I look to thee,
I know that I found my home.

I may have thought
Non stop last night
Of running inside the fire
But I am excited now
To know, today,
I'll see the one whom I miss.
The one who helps give
Me meaning
To push on.

Cutting corners
Unburred edges.
The bringers of
Harsher thoughts.

Don't free my body,
Don't let me see inside my own.
Just let me have my peace

I miss you so, dear.
I pray that we speak
Before I have got to go.

Work will be long
Like any other night
But its longer without you

My sea-foam beauty
Your smile, lovely
Just like every
Wave of the sea

What is it, how can we tell?
Are we forced into it, a cell?
A trapped enclosure, a set of ways
Dedicated to telling one how to be.

Not inherently bad,
But dangerous,
When we talk about
Dreaded gender.

Keep your codes for morals
Let me wear my skirt.
My dressed all lay dusty
Because I was afraid I would be
Looked at
As lesser.

No longer,
For I am truly,
Not akin to a single
Form of gender.

The one true way
That of self-realization
Comes from the acknowledgement
That I am me
Male, female, none, both.
I am Bede.

Imagine a world where
Man can be who he wishes,
Never feeling sorrow
Or knowing the pain of the heart.
That wondrous feeling
Of freedom, contained,
Kept deep in the soul.
And I don't have this, I'm sorry I told
You a lie today.

I wrote this acrostic to tell the truth

I turned my back on God
Praying to those gods
Who rule over
Land, sea, and air.

I sing their praises,
Just like I used to,
And i got my answers,
My Muse remains.

They told me
What I already knew
Reminded me
Of why I see
Eternity within
Your finite form