-Not a poem
3-2(OT) SANJOSESHARKS!!

You never really know how strong you are until you're alone,
crying and forced to pick yourself up off the floor.
That is when you can truly see how big your emotional muscles are
and I promise
they are bigger than you ever thought possible.

Memories are like an object that someone left behind. You have the choice to either throw it away, burn it or place it on a shelf to look at every now and again but please don't hold onto it forever.

I want to kiss your wind
The real you existing before the beginning
Before the body begins
And the beauty is your soul
Not your infinite eyes
Not your silken skin

I've seen your waterfall
I've heard you as a river flowing off an edge
Before any ocean
And no hands can hold such depth
Not the rising tides
Nor the raging waves

Your voice is a delicate breeze
On a newly formed planet
Your heart is a star being born
Your dreams are a star being formed
You were words before sound
You were love alive in tiny atoms
You are music
You are a major scale

I want to kiss your notes
The composition of a cosmic truth
Your stars are instruments
Playing melodious tunes
A glorious truth
A song from heaven

Who made this existence, not you nor I
But the day the swallows began to fill the sky
We remembered the things we shouldn't have done
The revolution of our minds had begun
There were smoke clouds and bombs,  our tears ran like rain
None of us willing to go there again
Our intentions were clear, our desires not met
They tried to fight back, longed for us to forget
Our minds turned to hatred, our souls turned to why
Who made this existence, not you nor I
We are searching for the answer we will never receive
We do not cry for our lost ones, we will not grieve
The day dead bodies littered the ground
They all lay silenced, not making a sound
We have no answer, we do not know why
Who made this existence, not you nor I