Warmed by her hand and shadowed by her hair
As close she leaned and poured her heart through thee,
Whereof the articulate throbs accompany
The smooth black stream that makes thy whiteness fair,—
Sweet fluttering sheet, even of her breath aware,—
Oh let thy silent song disclose to me
That soul wherewith her lips and eyes agree
Like married music in Love’s answering air.

Fain had I watched her when, at some fond thought,
Her ***** to the writing closelier press’d,
And her breast’s secrets peered into her breast;
When, through eyes raised an instant, her soul sought
My soul, and from the sudden confluence caught
The words that made her love the loveliest.

Those simple words.
Those simple truths.
The pounding heart.
It can't be true.

Those simple lies.
Those beautiful eyes.
That softened voice.
The deafened silence.

The world that spins.
With a smile I grin.
With a question of why,
A question of why now.

The confusion that fills,
My messed up head.
The ache in my heart,
The question of when.

The fear of leaving.
The wonder of new.
The curious of what's next.
We both know we're true.

So maybe it's right.
Or maybe it's wrong.
Depends on the sacrifice.
And the words of our song.

So what is fate?
What is next?
We'll never know.
Till one of us says yes.

The lies,
The fear,
The screams,
The hate.

The stares,
Don’t care.
My heart,
That breaks.

Your eyes
Don’t lie
Your words
That do.

I know
I shouldn’t
Have fallen
For you.

The blood
Oh God
The pain
The hate.

The fights
That light
Our fate
This day.

The loss
This battle
This day
I hate.

My head
That spins
And lies
For you.

The words
That leave
My lips
They crack.

And people
Can’t see
Behind
The mask.

They see
A smile
Bright on
My lips.

Besides
The bruises
The truth
That’s within.

I pray
To God
To save
My soul.

I pray
For him
To not
Go.

My prayers
They are
Unheard
Today.

The hell
I live
Is my
Everyday.

Death
Awaits
Upon
My soul.

Goodbye,
Farewell
This is
The end.

The days you leave
My heart that sinks.
Your back that turns.
The tears that leak.

The silent that speaks.
The truth it reeks.
Behind the darkness.
Nothing to be seen.

There is no end.
This endless cycle.
You walking off.
And me following behind.

I see the truth.
I see the lies.
I see you have
No thought of me in mind.

So here I stand,
You walking off.
And I stay.
Just another speck of dust.

You have won.
I am now gone.
You can't play games.
Without my piece.

Those little pecks,
That little spark.
The little tears,
That strain my heart.

My woodpecker you were,
My woodpecker you will be.
And dead you were.
And dead you will be.

Silence it what I got,
Not the simple pecking.
No more late night talks.
No more simple chatting.

I miss you to death.
You were my best of friends.
Death is what got you.
Goodbye my old friend.

My dead woodpecker.