This isn't the poem I intended to write
These aren't the words I meant to choose
It's not the direction that I was heading
Nor the title I first wanted to use

It doesn't start out anything like I was hoping
Or have any original thought
Not really sure now what I was thinking
Or of the process that brought this about

No, this isn't the poem that I first started writing
Nor the meaningful point I wanted to make
Can't really say where I was going
Guess that's about all I've got to say

I believe there is more to what we say. Like there's not just one meaning. Hidden messages within texts and emotions being kept as secrets until one day we feel like the barriers may come down and we can finally share all of it. All of the messy feelings and tender thoughts. I can't help but think there is a bit of doubt and hesitation in all of us. We want to believe it's real...that this can be everything we wanted. But why?..why then, do we choose to sit idly by and keep our mouths shut from revealing those messy feelings if it meant it would set us free. We keep up this exterior so no one could hurt us, so we wouldn't be hurt if someone rejects us. And until these barriers fall into ashes... our emotions will still be kept as secrets, our hidden messages will soon become lost words, lost meaning.

Bright spots shine against sweet oblivion
The only source of illumination;
They dance to the beat of the sun and moon
Twinkling, swirling, I think I’ll swoon;
Awe-inspiring for those who deem to look
Though I pray they can be my pers’nal nook;
All look, but I hope that only I see
The true beauty, held deep within for me.
Your eyes are like the dazzling stars I see
Flitting from one emotion to the next
They, unwav’ring in their feeling for me;
Reverent, I reach out to claim you as mine
But no one can ever claim something so free;
You remain far away, and I vexed.