My love for you is my biggest doubt,
    As we stay up, letting the nights drag out.
Eyes strained, too many words to count,
    Is when I come to amount, does my love for you fill out?

For we lay our lives away,
    Making promises that in real life would of never stayed.
One being you hope to meet me some day,
    And yet all I wish for you is to stay away.

For your love isn't the same when death feels like valentines day.

If I let you read my poems,
      I let you guide into my soul,
Flourished by my deepest thoughts,
      Ways in which I do not tell the world,
Yet, my words have such meaning,
       Such song in the heart.

And if I let you read my poems,
        I let you read a new me,
A chapter that began too long ago,
       As I drift into a lingering sadness,
Writing my way into therapy.  

When I let you read my poems,
        Don't shout to help me,
These poems are quite, subtle to be,
         Silent, yet so loud underneath,
What is it that lies beneath?

And when I let you read my poems,
I have given you my wrenching soul,
Etching to be free,
Connections lie between the lines,
Even when you dont understand, listen to me.

So when I let you read my poems,
I want you to wonder to the world of me,
Watch my soul freeing with relief,
To know that someone knows the hideous parts of me,
That the world will never see.

When it was just a dream,
   I sonder away into restless thoughts,
Capturing the essence of you,
   Too soon to vanish within time,
Care for me like you do,
   A crave of love from the unknown,
Yet somehow you felt right,
As we wondered into the distance,
   Chantering merrily about our lives,
Your face a blur haze yet so vivid,
   Eyes shimmered a thousand words to be unspoken of,
The rich hue of strands that lay beneath your chin,
   Comfort washing over my heart,
Until the time of us is cut short,
   Ripped apart into nothingness,
Distraught in our distance,
   When all it was, was just a dream.

-ILYSMIT