my pain has more music than my smiles,
and i will play that music so often over the miles,
this is all i can play, this is why you would not stay
i know love, i know, i know

i am a fool, yes i am a fool
but that never made you fool's gold
that never did.
you were just so golden
and you never got old.

but it's never as good as being gold,
being fool's gold,
so i ll now grow old,
hide behind a million folds

I don't know why but I can't feel it,  I am dying a few little deaths,
this isn't my hearts song,
I no longer know the right chords.

i want to be able to infect you with unwritten poems,

I died a little death,
Nobody missed me
But that's why I died in the first place

On my birthday, cage me.
Let me ignore the whole world
Let me be your captive perched with just your treats,

I don't write poetry, there is no paint and art, this is a stashed cache of words tainted with pain and blood,

have you ever wondered what to feel when you are told,
that you cannot ever be loved by a person, not even one more fold?
that you cannot ever be loved more than how much you love them,
have you brooded then on those thoughts that stem?
and wondered if it meant good or if it meant that your heart will be more often a desert,