Strong
Bold
Beautiful
Intelligent
Powerful
Kind
Wise
Our better half

This idea of trust
Is one that is learned
Not inherent in us
And never learned soon
It is only learned
After slow, grueling pain
Suffering at the hands
Of the one you'd die for
No one understands trust
They trust blindly
Until they are led into hell
Then the moment of truth
Do you trust again?
Can you learn from this?
Most do, i think
Some don't, and
They are guided once again
But this time they can hear
The crackles of fire
The screams of death
And they are burned again
So they learn
And the next time they are led
Anywhere,
They look around
But everything looks dangerous
It all looks like pain
And they know
Then and there
That they will never
Be able to trust again
How incredibly sad

A father
His suicide
A drugged up mom
Depression
A miscarriage
A ****** life's bomb
Bipolar
Pessimism
Being just a pawn
PTSD
Insomnia
How do you go on?

I know not at all
What it's called
But I think i've felt it before
The feel of it
This feeling
It crushes you down
And builds you up
Blows you away
And stands you up
It makes you feel pointless
Yet with a reason to live
And she walks with you
And she talks with you
And she laughs with you
And she looks at you
And you look back
Into her life, her being
Her decisions, her thoughts
Her past, her future
When you look in her eyes
And you see the present
And you can't quite tell
If the heartbeat you hear
Is hers, because of you
Or you grew another heart
Because one might not be enough

But the moment the two part ways
The man and the woman
They have separate points of view
He hates how time passes so slowly
And she just loves the butterflies
When they meet again, music will play
And everyone will know
What they're too embarrassed to admit

In a daze,
Turned into lust,
Of frivolous effort,
Pleasure came differently.
It was the moment,
The feelings,
The emotions,
The passion,
The idea of it
Were all what made me happy.
And that was enough.
She was beautiful,
And she was lovely,
And she was all i've ever wanted.
I was hungry,
And I was fed,
And I am satisfied.
Nothing else matters,
Except for me and her,
And the moments we get.

To pull, to reach
The glasses come off
Enjoyable for each
So tender and soft

High
As a kite
Then the wind gives a whirl
And the kite blows away
A sigh
In the night
Developing feelings in the heart
That makes the mind pay
Why?
Is it right?
Because the kite wasn't strong enough
And the feelings could decay

Would she do it on purpose?
Or is it something bad?
Rejection of kindness
Reeling from the folds
Is this just a coincidence?
Every second now
Drowning in the mystery