I could never pen the words without the inspiration.
You have always been the silent partner behind the madness and I know many will read this wrong.
Sweetheart I am a world of trouble and a sea of regret .
But your presence amongst the insanity has remained my light no matter how lost I was you remained.
And no words will ever repay the debt I certainly owe.
The voice that laughed on the other end of a conversation when I found only darkness instead .
I owe you everything as now I find my place .
I know words are my path and you knew them first .
We are all lost in some way but no words can do justice to the
person that I know beyond this page .
Sweetheart I seldom let anyone in but we know the truths beyond the storms in this life .
This debt I can never repay but these words I can certainly write.
This is what I leave to you.
The soul is my work and this yet another goodnight.
No flowers to wither and no fruit to spoil.
Trace it's more than words but all I can give for now .
Hold this true from a joker and a best friend that lingers in conversation that which can so easily be cast upon this page.
A wink and a thought shared on yet another long distance call.
No words will ever describe what you mean to me .
I guess I will say nothing and just let the credits roll .
We know are truths and that's good enough for now.
I may be good at short stories and getting poetry published as of late but to whom this is dedicated deserves far better .
But hell consider the prick Thats writing it .