So it's been a year,
And what can I say,
Pictures and words,
But I can't see you today.

If I could say something,
It would be like this,
This one is for you,
The beauty I miss.

When we first met,
We just saw the cover,
We didn't turn the pages,
But I knew you wearn't like any other.

Now we have finished the chapter,
I have found many things deep inside,
I'll keep you safe from the depths,
Far past my death if I die.

I want to say thank you,
For leading me to the light,
For always being there for me,
And makeing me your knight.

I love you,
   Yours,
      I'll always be. X

I must have told her so many times,
The reasons why I chose her,
Some I can't explain,
For they are buried to deep in my heart,
But one I can tell is this.

I saw her cry,
Not childish tears,
But silent tears of helplessness,
My heart melted into streams,
Which ran to her huge ocean heart.

From that moment on,
I swore on my life to her,
I would see an end to the tears,
There is still more I can give,
My heart is not yet empty.

My heart has been melting ever since,
Maybe one day those deeper reasons,
Will spill out,
And turn the streams to rivers,
Then we'll build our world up from the flow.

My guide said,
Here is where the slaves would be wipped,
To see how strong they were.

How I wished I was one of them,
So I could feel on the outside,
What I felt on the inside.

So I could prove my strength,
So I could show the marks of my inside pain,
People would know.

That I only failed when life left me.

The man said,
'the first hint of fear,
Was when our eyes met'.

When I looked into the lion's eyes,
I saw a reflection of my life.

A withering animal,
Not strong enough to protect it's scarred sacred pray,
From the flying tourmenting monsters,
To high to reach.

Why?

We can all answer who,
What,
Where,
When,
And how.

Even if we don't want to.

But we can't always say why!

I would **** or die,
To find the answer to why,
If that's what it took.

Just why ?!

I wish,

   I found a way,
  
      to save the day,

when I can't stay,

   and you are away,

      for this I will always pray,

I strive to be there,

   come what may.

A few days ago,
my heart was torn out,
and put on the other side of the map.

   I know that no amount of exercise to prove I still have strength,
and no amount of praying,
good deeds,
   or sulking,
      is going to bring it running back.

   Yet I spend my days doing these things,
and my nights hugging my pillow close to my chest,
where my heart would normally be,
so here I am slowly dying in my shack.

Until it is attached,
I have no heart to give,
so I hope I'm on a good track.

   For my heart to come running back.