you're the only thing keeping me around, alive.
you have all of this control
you died.
What am I doing..

Wrap your soul around mine
For unconditional love devine
Open yourself to the dynamic
Nature of your peaceful bliss
Your outer world is a reflection
Of your precious inner thoughts
Shine your light brightly knowing
Stars live within your loving eyes
The magic has always been within
Whispering gently in silent winds

But I can't be the one to tell her that.

When you try to sing and all that comes from your throat is death
this will be your final poetry, an empty corpse,
something to be buried, or cremated by family and or friends,
strangers too will play their part,
its what you left for them to say Adieu to, the last remnants of your song
on lips forever closed, a heart flown, silent poetry on your tongue
and this death will be the gate through which you will pass
coming to rest within the best poetry of all, the poetry of eternal love.

Today is not the best.
Where is the peace I felt before?
Why there is only anger inside of me?
Questions. Questions that are never
meant to be answered.
Because no one understands.

Today is not the best for sure.
It feels like winter in my heart.
The snow, yes it is beautiful but
it is destructive.
I just can't do everything,
with winter on my way.

Today is not the best.
but I know it will not linger.
I know someday,
this anger will melt
into tears and finally,
here is the spring.