Leaves covered the streets
from various trees
Happiness
Colorful
Singing birds
people dancing away to the music
Poets writing
Artists painting
Families carving pumkin
Lovely is this pie madame
Fantastic picnic
On this sunny day
Hugs and kisses exchanged
Nice painting Billy boy
Thanks Mr

picnic

Cut me open, in to me you’ll see that I love you so
You’ll also see red blood speeding through my veins
Heart opened up just for you
It is cold in here
Heart beats faster than ever before
Too many feelings
Wounds ready to feel the pain hidden for so long
My love ask away
What is it that you are seeking from me?
I promise I’ll share my story with you
Your questions, my open heart welcomes them.
Don’t feel so bad when you hear about my invisible scars
I do ask for you to listen and have some empathy
Hold my hands kindly
After all you are knocking on the door of the unknowing heart
My eyes will cry a few tears
I am strong though
Lived once - lived twice
If you find out this is not the heart that you wanted to meet
I ask you to gently leave me behind
I have been hurt before so I ask of you to be honest

Why is it that you know me so well?
It hearts because every word you write feels painful.
Like the tip of the sword going through my heart.
Awaken forgotten memories.
It hurts to have you be so true to my
dying heart.
Didn't expect to read such words.
They were sent to me.
On my knees now.
Tears pouring down
Trying to figure out who is anonymous?**** you who know me so well, but yet you are faceless, nameless and have no sense of time.
Needless to say, i am glad you sent them words my way