Many preserved memories
places hidden tucked away
unforgettable loves we once had
the heart is like unread diaries

People come and go so swiftly
names are barely mentioned
untold confessions never surface
pictures placed so neatly

Crimes of passion never told
secrets not spoken of
stories that are whispered
these moments we can only hold

A strangers heart is a deep abyss
for we are one in the same
it holds powerful feelings
yearning what it once miss

Freely without reservation
give to be broken
receive to be whole
lives for ones attention

It bleeds crimson tears
beats with love
knows no boundaries
having very few fears

Hello is a good place to start
maybe in time we can share
in a place where we want to be
in each others strange heart.

I realize
that I am not the man
I should have been...

My nights are scattered darkness
becoming crows descending in light

to land on wheat fields
where they become golden,

where rivers of orange
run between green, flying shores

and I can swim along
on unsure footing

and still be accepted into your heart.

Mesmerized by this hazel sun
That circles an image

Clouded once enclosed
When released from the sun
Ice begins to collect on this road
And before long all streams will be done

This is what we cannot remember,
Only whose souls are deep
Will, allowing snow to not remind us of Decembers
Contained by our hours of sleep

As I walk down this road,
I can not help but to wonder
Is this right, did i make the right choice?
Then i look to my side;
i see him him smiling at her
i know it will never be me;
but i am happy he at least
has a shot at it.

So as i walk down this road alonei
know i made the right choice
so i will continue on this path
knowing that he is happy.
with only the thought of:
"Life goes on."