Two beings,
one invisible to society,
the other invisible to the unseen he loves,
the same problem,
the same hurt

She cries and cries,
but doesn't notice the one willing to help,
the one man who deeply loves her,
for she is all he sees,
no one else but her

She takes a moment to stop her tears,
he gets closer,
and looks deeply into her eyes,
as she stares at nothing

Hurt,
she is hurt,
but underneath all the pain,
pure,
wanting to be pure,
but doesn't even have the will to move on

But are hindered,
but are hurt,
one invisible to society,
and one can only see the other,
but invisible to her at the same time.

The sweet sensation,
of another's touch,
so intense,
heart beats faster,
stumbling through words


The heat from the other's touch,
soft,
warm,
she's so calm,
so in control


She doesn't think anything of it,
just another hand,
rubbing against hers,
nothing new,
nothing special,
quickly forgeting it ever happened


On the other side,
time freezes with thought,
cannot believe this could happen,
happen to him,
thinking about that moment,
for days on end.

He looks at her picture,
with both love and lust,
wanting to do so much for her,
but,
she has no idea he exists

Tried so hard to make her see,
to make her happy,
but all with no avail,
desperate,
he still constantly tries,
maybe she will one day see,
she means everything to him

Relieves his stress by walking,
down the fog filled street,
he sees her,
down on her knees she cries,
trying everything to calm her down,
but she doesn't notice.

Truth be told,
I know what I need in life,
but not everything comes with need

Love is such a hard subject to conquer,
for I have tried,
and I have fallen in the mud below

How can people who can't do for themselves,
pass through the woods I am lost in,
who find the jewel I can not,
who win the battle of love I lose,
but i still stand here as if I'm repulsive

Am I,
do I make others uncomfortable,
do I make them sad,
do I drive them away,
with something I do,
all questions I need answered,
all questions that drive me mad

Why am I good at everything I do,
except the one thing I want most

Seeing others who have it,
just drives me crazy

I looks at so many,
but there are none that do look back,
stuck in the corner,
that no one looks at,
that everyone overlooks,
to look at others that aren't me.

I saw you through the limelight sky,
the flowers move as you do,
smell as you do,
so elegant and so beautiful,
all of them wanting to be you,
gorgeous


Moving through the winded meadow,
the grass flowing in your flootsteps,
your dress is blowing in the wind,
looks like youare ready to fly


Finally,
you look at me,
even from across the plains,
I can see your lucious eyes,
intrigued,
I know you want to come closer,
yet I stand here,
awaiting your every move.

She looks into the mirror,
but sees nothing,
trying everything to become visible,
but all with no avail,
hurting,
desperate,
she still sees nothing

Clawing at the mirror,
denying herself,
tears hit the sink,
does she exist,
is she there

Stumbling through the fog filled night,
under the streetlight,
she drops to her knees,
tears fill her face,
her heart feels like it's going to explode,
her head in between her knees,
she doesn't see herself,
but she feels everything.

Am I too late,
has the chance already passed

I watch all these pairs,
the look in their eyes,
so absolute,
there they stand,
in their golden embrace

Everywhere I look,
I have to stop,
wishing for one,
but only watching others

The passion in their hold
a promise to never break,
even when simply walking,
their hands are still stuck,
from the love they have created

Of how much I try,
how much time I commit,
nothing seems to change,
I'm still here alone,
but you're easily taken,
by someone I never saw

It is a horrible feeling,
to know you were meant to do something,
and unable to fulfill

It seems I lost out of defult,
with a life of travel,
when I finally settle in place,
everyone is already taken.

I talk to you,
this silent conversation,
talking about loves,
and all the likeings

I listen to you,
enjoying our conversation,
laughing when needed,
smile on my face

You look and see nothing,
just another friend,
just another person,
you see nothing in me,
but my story is different,
hiding in my inner skin

I scream to you,
explaining everything,
all my feelings,
all my love,
telling you the truth
poured out to your knowledge,
never will you seem to know,
my real wants,
they stay in one place,
only on the inside.

Small time we spent,
I wanted more.
From your voice that lures me towards you,
to kindness I adored.
All coming from the beauty that holds everything capsule.

I wanted to forget with no avail.
Such a frail body,
but all of it is special,
all I adore.So far away,
I wish I can move on,  
but travel means nothing to the heart,
for it doesn't care.

Tormenting me with your  perfection,
thinking I will never get as close to you as I was,
Like the flower,
time was needed to bloom.
Time we didn't have.
The passing wave is surely coming.
Slowly towards the thoughts I have.

Time is still needed,
but with little time left until the wave hits land.
Will I be able to breathe, able to think?
To the one I call pure,
you are a poison to me.
I grow weary of my thoughts never changing course.

Do you know? Do you care?
I wouldn't know.
From the time we met,
I couldn't think of others the same as you.

Different you may seem, but for how much.
Pure because of difference.
Little I still know, but with the few I do,

I am entangled by your face, your body, your mind.
I want to know more, but doubt more will come.
Here I stand, someone you barely know. But just know what one small time means.

To the one I call pure:
tormentor,
teasing me with everything you have,
making me think of only you

Your beauty,
your grace,
your charm,
all of it brings you so much brighter,
with so many others thinking the same thing,
how am I suppose to think it,
How am I suppose to compeat with so many others,
others that are smarter,
or better looking than myself,
why should I even try,
but I can't help thinking
woman of so few words to me,
I too am with so few words,
forced to just think


To the one I call pure,
my dreams label you as my tormentor,
my poison,
I see you high upon a golden throne,
looking at so many,
yet I stand here being one of many,
I can not stop thinking of what could happen,
just can't stop thinking of the one,
pure.

As I look apon her eyes,
and her long wavey hair,
her beauty would be my demise,
espeaically from her looks so fair


I wait for that time that fits,
when I get to see her,
in the room she sits,
her hair looks softer than fur

During our time I don't talk,
I don't say a word.
I don't know what she thought,
the time is just an empty cord


But then our time has gone away,
just to wait for the next day

Months do pass,
seeing the same one,
I know what she see me as,
but somthing's just not right,



My feelings are not the same,
something has changed course,
but I'm not looking for fame,
she's not worth the endorse,



Everyone thinks I'm in love,
but I'm not so sure,
I see her not like a dove,
she just seems pure



My patience does not wurl,
I still wait for the right girl.

I can't seem to get her out,
I still know we won't be two,
that's why I will not pout,
but when it happens it comes on cue


Most of the time it's nothing,
I can easily think of others,
but that one moment of something,
it's the moment that covers


Walking by her in the hall,
I get a glimps of her beautiful face,
time seems to freeze on call,
feeling a mysterious embrace


Even if I swear love isn't there,
it has to bee something more than a care.

Alone in the meadow,
on a fog filled night,
the man sits in a watch tower,
looking onward into the night fog


Suddenly,
he sees a peircing light,
coming from a being in the distance,
at first it is unknown,
but as the being gets closer,
he sees


It's a person,
a woman,
walking in the distance,
walking closer to the tower,
all the man can do is stare


As she gets right under the man's tower,
he gets a good look at her face,
so beautiful,
she looks like an angel,
staring at her beauty,
he can't look away


The mysterious woman walks by however,
seems uncurious by the tower,
or by the man in it,
she just passes by


Little is know about this beautiful being,
all the man can do is watch her walk,
walk away,
the woman barely looks,
never stopping her stride,
she leaves the meadow,
leaving the man to hope,
hope she comes back to walk the meadow again

I saw my future in the hands of man,
a drast and cold one it is,
how many times shall my hands be scorged,
be poisoned,
be tainted,
the blackness of all sorrows surround


The moon's face shall surely eat me alive,
shall the stars have so much lust,
following,
I am followed by the past I led,
awaiting the uneditible future I set


My mind racing with thoughts I never had,
dreams of faces I never saw,
can you see thhe mind of bleekness,
hear the voice of the confused


The trees run down from the shadows,
blind I cannot see,
led by the darkness I trust,
so surely I will not be betrayed


bleeding through the cracks in the walls,
my life,
incomplete but perfect,
take notice of the lakes of nothing,
nothing to fill,
to fill the damages made by others


Too sure they can solve,
help they say,
cannot comprehend the meaningless of life,
putting something where nothing used to be,
impossible


I wait for the future,
time of meaningless will mean too many,
someday of mine shall surely follow.

Why,
in a tree filled with leaves,
is there an acorn,
why is it there,
why does it stay

Beingso different than all the leaves,
the acorn sits there alone,
no leaves do care for the acorn,
for it does not belong on this tree,
in fact,
they hate it

With being so different,
the tree is not right with that acorn,
"There just to mock the tree" says a leaf,
disgusted by the acorn,
all wish it away,
all wish it dead,

With time,
the acorn loses the will,
loses the hope to stay there,
barely hanging on,
it's just trying to wait everything out

Rejoice comes from all the leaves,
when the acorn falls from it's branch,
the fall seems to take an eternity,
the leaves just want it gone

Forgotten is the acorn with time,
it is not missed,
it is not remembered

The tree is now back to normal,
it only has leaves,
never again will it be tainted by difference.

Two of my loves in my life,
aren't really that different,
shall I compare

As I walk down the street,
I see something tender,
I see something sweet,
at the same time I hear a melody,
one that more than greets

Both are full of life,
and full of grace,
same to the soft notes,
to the beautiful face

But grace not always comes from the notes,
not always comes from the girl
as one step in front of me,
with her snarl so fierce,
a cord strikes,
on that could pierce,
then I see black,
one looking lone and fear,
as a minor passes my ear

See, not always is there such a musical glee,
there are many different emotions to hear and see.

She hides in the belly of the flowers,
only seen when she greets,
then slipping again to oblivion

Here I wait,
waiting for one to walk by,
when she comes out,
I steal her away,
with her in my hands,
I'll never be alone,
without her beauty again

The flowers start to wither,
the forest starts to die,
the people start to to gather,
to get her beauty back

They find me in the meadow,
the only area still with life,
I'm running away,
with the prize in hand,
creating life to the forest around me,
dying after I pass

They follow closely,
chasing down the man,
who stole the beauty away

Cornered I wait,
getting down on my knees,
surrounded I am,
but I'm not giving up,
the beauty I found,
until they strike. . .me. . . down

The flowers,
they bloom again,
The forest is again filled with life,
The woman returned,
and the people content,
forgetten am I,
never to see her beauty again.