in the morning mist
whispered secrets
overheard
told a tale
of forgotten love
of a journey
not taken
and as
the symphony of the breeze
reached it's crescendo
remembered dreams
once again
danced in the dawn

i have never been sophisticated
sophistication just never related
relative to everything i hated
hatred of the over-stated

i have never been materialistic
materialism isn't a characteristic
characterized by a mind that's realistic
realize, i am not hedonistic

i never gave a **** about tradition
traditional is subject to my definition
defined by my own composition
composed of passion and ambition

If only you could break this silence and tell me ,
what's keeping you away from me ,

My thoughts hunt me everyday, every moment,
Every second ,

If only you could step right in front of me, and tell me what's my mistake right in my face,  

I do have enough courage to listen , tell me you hate me it's okay, tell me " I hate you for this for that "

Some say you don't speak because you don't want to hurt me, but dear I'm hurt through your silence more than any other hurtful thing that you might ever say......

I write about you, I rhyme, I think about you,
Because I love you , so much,  maybe more than I should.......