may                        be,
                           i need a little            more voice to
                 truly express what im feeling maybe i need more
           vigour in my speech or emotion in what i preach to truly
          coerce you into liking maybe i need to read a little more
           or maybe i need to step down a bit but right now i want
               to live for You and maybe im not the skilled poet
                     the world wants but You're all i need to
                        live for now and maybe raw poetry
                                        is really all one
                                                 needs

Life’s like an old rose garden,
once blooming,
now withering.

Petals falling,
replaced by dry leaves,
wrapped in silence,
once so rare,
now so heavy.

I return home,
laughter ringing in ears.

But as the door shuts,
loneliness greets me,
like a cold, hazy mist,
or dark clouds that the stars resist.