Her eyes carried the fire that could only be felt in ones soul.

Being the hopeless romatic in the face of reality , Is the loneliest place to be

To be the poet is really not that much

To be the inspiration
That takes a certain touch.  

I struggle with the words to capture that time. Alone with the vision of you so sublime.

The worse part of  having a muse.
Is that to them you are of no use.

If anyone cared this much about you to focus their day on all that you do.

You would feel so happy, its what you want most . But your eyes are blind to this simple host.

You search so long for someone to hold you dear all the while I'am right here.

My words written here you'll likely never see and the love that I felt will be felt but by me.

Missing one part to make me whole just one little part to complete my soul

The thing I cant have is easy to find. I see it everyday but it will never be mine.

I held it in my hand for a very brief time. I held it very tightly
Not wanting to part

The thing I'll never have well it is your heart.

You knew you werent the one but you went in anyway

No your sad its a mess and they just walked away .

You let yourself be brought here you bared your very soul

You knew you werent good enough but you never thought they were that cold .

Your heart will always betray you it doesn't know the rules

The ink of a poets pen is filled from the well of heartache

A warriors mentally but a poets soul
Growing old alone with only my thoughts
No longer willing to compromise no matter the cost
Stand by me if you will or take your leave if you must.