Like a river I flow
To the ocean unknown

Like fire I burn
ashes I turn

Like silence
I speak
But unheard,
I remain

Blurred lines, through my eyes
Like tears, through years
Unclear and weighted by the fears.

My every breathe
is someones last.

It’s always,
Life and death.

Never,
Death and life.

Yet many of us live,
Neither or,
a mere existence.

I cannot compose brilliant poems, sonnets, or verses,

and I cannot speak to you in Latin or Greek;

I cannot move you with any language made up by man.

Love is the only only language I could touch you with

If you only knew how much I could love you.

If you knew I love you;

If I were brave enough to tell you at all.