It's sometimes ironic, really, having patience.
Especially when it is for something that may never happen.
Doubly so when it is for something that probably never will.
Why does the heart want what it wants despite the mind knowing better?
Does not the mind dictate the function of the heart?
If not for the mind, would not the heart cease to function at all?
Why, in it's mortal control over every beat, does the mind not intervene?
Why, despite all logic and all proof to the contrary, does the mind allow the heart to proceed?
Is it not a futile resistance fully apparent to but cause even more emotional pain?
Maybe it is because when it seems there is nothing left to hope for,
Nothing is the only thing left for hope to hold on to.

To whom it concerns: I am waiting for you
The one who wants me, not just something to do
The one who holds true to the words that you speak
Who seeks my true heart, though you've been cut so deep
How I long for your touch, your caress, and your smile
How I long to return each to you all the while
You reside in my heart, though my eyes have not seen
Such a vision as you, and to know what it means
To have every joy, every sorrow, and tear
Mean as much to my other as they do for me here
I'm still waiting for someone who's more than pretend
Who can show me that love will be true to the end

Words cannot bring but much more than a fling
If they aren't reflected by actions
You can say all you want; you can say anything
But I want more than brief satisfaction
You can tell me you want me, that you love and you care
But promises cannot console me
For mere words are always all I'm ever given
And words without love cannot hold me
So many have spoken the kindest of words
And thought that alone would sustain me
While treating me harshly, as more of a slave
Wanting love, all while treating me hatefully
I will not accept, nor will I justify
Being treated as less of a lover
When I've honored each one of my words and my promises
Despite lack of such from the other
No more hollow words, and no more broken promises
I will not take part in your one sided high
If you can't show me love just the same as you'd have it
Then the only thing left to say now is goodbye

So many things I'd like to do
So many things I'd like to say
So many reasons why I should
But so many things get in the way
Sometimes these things aren't what I've chosen
Sometimes it seems they've chosen me
Sometimes they are my own mistakes
Sometimes it's who I've failed to be
But every time, in every way
I still strive so to find my voice
Sometimes struggling to find
The words that make my heart rejoice
For just to hear myself out loud
It drowns the voices in my head
And calms my sorrows and my fears
No matter who else may have read
For we each write for our own reasons
And we each write in our own styles
With a different flavor we each season
We each provide both frowns and smiles
And we each know exactly why
We choose to let our words flow free
In every instance, every time
I know just what mine mean to me
It matters not who may agree
Or who may not like every line
For it's the message that means more
Than how each one may be designed
And I can't change my feeling's flow
Whether supported or berated
This is my hope, this is my voice
No matter whether loved or hated

Time can be both fast and slow
Fleeting, or stretching forever
It can allow our every plan
Or so deny, and seem like never
Sometimes the things we'd like to do
Seem never to occur
No matter whether time drags on
Or slips by in a blur
But all the things we'd like to do
Will come to us in time
Maybe not just when we'd like
But when the time is right

Let's burn this mother down
'Til no sign can be found
In the ashes of the vanities
That stain this ****** ground
Let's tear into another
Wasted day and rend assunder
The travesties and casualties
We've all been washing down
Let's purposely manhandle
What we know to be a gamble
For the chances that we've taken
In this god forsaken land
Haven't brought us to our maker
No mistaking there are fakers
But partaking by our silence
Still leaves us with ****** hands
Let's drive another nail
Into the heart of what's for sale
We've sold our dreams for lesser things
It's time that we prevail
So let's burn this mother down
'Til no sign can be found
In the ashes if the vanities
That stain this ****** ground