I saw you today
and my heart felt sad
sad for what could have been
what never will be

we made eye contact
and in those few seconds
there was so much I wish
I could convey

just give me a chance
just give me a chance
just give me a chance

but you looked away
and I kept walking

My pure heart was dead inside
As the ghost watched us from across the room.
Filling our heads with ***** thoughts
And our veins with more whiskey.

Walking to the station
Like a zombie lost in grief,
I reflect on what I lost
In the bathroom just last week.

I stare down at the ground,
Not watching where I walk
And bump into a man;
The kind who likes to talk.

'Cheer up love' he says,
As my anger slowly grows,
'It can't be all that bad' -
I feel my heart implode.

I could've walked on by
And left him to his day,
But I have a way with words
And I had a lot to say:

"Please don't call me 'love'
Or tell me to 'cheer up',
As if your empty words
Could ever be enough.
I'm sorry if my frowning
Is messing with your mood,
But it really is 'that bad'
And you don't have a clue.
The burden that I carry
Is really ******* bleak.
So no I won't 'cheer up' -
My baby died last week."

He stares at me in silence
And hangs his head in shame.
Now he's a zombie just like me
We go our separate ways.

They say it's love that's in the little things.
Truthfully that's all I have for you.
Love.... It's been holding me back.
I can't do it anymore.
You're always on my mind, the thing is we won't ever have that love....
For you I'd do anything.
For you I'd give a lifetime of stability.
For you there are no words or ways to show my love.
All I do is for you.
I've made a change.
For you there is no low or high or in between of my heart that you haven't seen.
Every page that I write, every day of my life would not be without the things that my love for you now brings.
For you I'd go to war.
For you I'd make a promise of fidelity.
All these things I do is FOR YOU.

A breath of fresh air I crave for,
The nuisance and animosity surrounding me has no cure.
Doors batted up serve no purpose when you can’t escape the wind,
The wind of hatred spirals and wounds the innocence of sin.
Eyes inflamed with skeletons and dark secrets,
Therapy, police, family none but God can keep it.
Mouth overfilled with profanity and the key,
Mind enclosed the dying body everyone blinded to see.
The truth everyone seeks for but incompetent of their well-being,
Undergoing a spiritual healing but contemplating the negatives I’m actually seeing.
Tears falling echoing the halls of pain,
My mental stability has me sane.
Fractured mirror unable to reflect the truth,
Burning desires capturing the mute.
Dead rosses fume the air of reminiscence,
Each one of us committed a sin.
Consequences of a shattered heart and hidden perpetrators,
The key of truth swallowed in weakness beseech by the caters.
Chaos, conflict, evolution of pain,
Unable to be understood, lines of experience written in vain.





-dpk