I wanted to  love  her
          like  she's  never  been
          loved before...
          With my hands
          I  unarmed  her  heart,
          with my eyes
          I  undressed  her  soul.

           and I whispered to her,
           "You are a poem
             I keep on writing,
             a book I can't put down,
             a story that is
              never ending,
              a page I cannot turn."

               Loving you
               in breathless
               moments,
               stolen kisses,
               adrenaline
                rushes...
                                                                                     Jon York   2019

I wish I were made of stone
So your words would never hurt me
I wish I were cold as ice
Then maybe I wouldn't be lonely

I wish I were made of steel
So my strength would never waver
If only I could turn back the clock
To a time when I felt safer

But I'm only flesh and bone
And your words have left me bleeding
My heart is torn apart
It's a wonder it's still beating

You made up your mind
Given me your final answer
What we shared is in the past
Time to write a brand new chapter

I will fix my broken heart
Some how piece it back together
It may never be the same
It'll bare this scar forever

But I'll be strong, I'll be alright
Though I'm not as hard as steel
And I can't turn back the clock
In time....my heart will heal

We sympathize with the poor
And we antagonize the rich
One perceived as good
And the other is evil
Why?

Both the poor and the rich
Have their own troubles

Recent events,
The church crumbles
And many rich denoted
Yet, given criticism
"Why not use the money to help the poor?"
The public said

What does that concern you?
Screaming at the walls
Asking someone's money
To help another cause
Maybe, that person does
But doesn't do it publicly
Because they might get criticized, as well
Right?

If you are so concerned about someone lending money to another cause,
Where are your bucks?
Put your money where your mouth at?
And YOU make the donation yourselves

What now? Quiet?
Instead screaming at someone's ears
Why don't YOU contribute?
"But I don't have money to do that!!!"
Then shut up!

You see why?
There's a struggle for both the poor
And the rich?

Call me heartless
if it helps you feel better

keeping me locked in a memory
of bitterness
dragging my name through the dirt
as you tell the next girl of the one
before

I can keep your kisses pressed
against my heart
and pretend the sweetness lingers

if it makes you feel better
be cruel and not kind

I don’t mind