This is a really good poem you will find
Having the perfect number of lines
That's not too deep where as you'll over think
Or one that's too vague that will put you to sleep

A really good poem I've written this time
Knows what it's doing when it comes to the rhyme
With just enough hidden to have you wanting more
Loaded with action so you'll never be bored

This really good poem is a lot like fine dining
A seven course meal laid out in its rhyming
Holding you captive from beginning to end
Making you wonder how without it you ever could live

With this really good poem you can see I'm not lying
As you read over it once getting ready for twice
Being impressed with its rhythm and flow
This is a really good poem just so you know

Sadness and joy
Boldness and coy
I try to protect what you can destroy

You open and I close
Dangerous thorns on a gorgeous rose
You try to hide what the world wants to expose

Chaos and stability
Fighting our tranquility
Together, we head into the world of invincibility

with our relationship in the wilderness

the way out is anybody's guess

can't see the forest for the trees

where used to be our running stream

hungry wolves in the not too far distance

if there ever was a clearing we must have missed it

the day they send search parties out

we both will hide beyond a doubt

because time spent in the wilderness

after awhile you get used to it

John,
are you sleeping
can't you see that
life is not the same

John,
I am finding
that I'm still crying
since you left that day

John,
how is your mother
how are the others
tell Julia I said, hi

John,
can you hear the music
hope you didn't lose it
do they make you behave

John,
are you listening
nothings changed since then
peace has still not come to play

John,
with the life you were having
could you have Imagined
that it would end this way

I'm not the only one I'm guessing
Who needs a refresher in this lesson
Not to have it stuck in but out of my head

These thoughts I can't escape
From mornings dawn to daylights late
Can someone please teach me how to forget

The ghosts of memories past haunt me
Not sure of the reason they want me
I just hope they don't keep trying my heart to the bitter end

All I want at this point is some peace
Not the daily reminding of me
In the desperate need of the lesson in how to forget

As I try and tackle time all I find
Is this tangled mess inside of my mind
The thought would be gone by now if left unsaid

But more or less remains the same
As these mind games they never seem to change
I just wish someone could teach me how to forget

This is a poem
That comes straight from my heart
Bypassing my brain
And all other parts
From there to my pen
In writing it down
This poem in your hand
That your holding now

This poem breathes into it
It's very own life
Brings its own tears
If there's a need to cry
This poem has it all
With a need for no more
This poem that you hold
This poem straight from my heart

This poem comes with no title
With no need to explain
Something so simple
As a given name
All that it has is all that it is
This poem from my heart
Is all that it gives

When a notion crosses your mind
Bringing memories back to a time
Do you at that moment let yourself unwind

Could it be when you think of me

As a smile makes its way across your face
Does it bring you back to a place
One that you and I both made

Could it be when you think of me

How about that glimmer in your eye
That twinkles from time to time
Am I the cause of your light shine

Could it be when you think of me

Or when you get that far off gaze
Thinking back to the days of late
And the words you wish you now could say

Could it be when you think of me

If the times your in get to be too much
And the tightened grasp you have is not enough
What you really need is someone to love

Feel free to think of me