Her eyes glows like her smile, innocent
his insecurities flood in, the reminiscing  
her past hurts, his past victories
Should he make that move?
invisible, involatile, indirect,
Can the heart feel such things about a person?
Can her heart melt?

I opened my heart
Right from the start
In my fear of rejection I spoke
I wanted you to know
My true feelings
My pure intentions,
To find your heart
And keep your heart
It feels Authentic
It feels  real
I pictured our life together
I pictured it a Happily ever after

But this pain is unreal
This feels like I've been stabbed by an invisible knife
And invisible blood running down my chest
And as the tears run down my face
Thinking of your face
I moaned in pain

And silently in my room
I wiped my tears
Layed down, looked to the ceiling
And whisper to myself
"So this is what a heartbreak feels like"

I hate it!
I hate it!

In summary we broke up!

The world today is different
Not as it was as the present
The moment of joy and chaos and peace
Are different, why is that so?
To what extent is a point view true?
For we know the truth is obsolete
the world wants all view obsolete
Even if it's a lie to the teeth
Do you let the media dictate your views?
Do you let social media dictate you?
Are you a picture on facebook
But in front of a mirror you cant look
I see a community online
But in real life all are offline


A Mirror reflects the thing in front of it
Your views reflect a certain lie in it
Until proven to be the absolute truth


I see a world view that is scary
And I will think for myself
And examine my views
With the truth that is obsolete

Quill

To the Great And Mighty I AM
Creator of the Universe The Holy One
The beauty of your Love Enthroned
The King of Kings
The Lord of Lords

At the feet of your Righteous throne
I humbly come before you...torn
Torn from the trenches of this world
All praises be to you My Savior
For you have healed my torn out heart

You Oh Holy One

beaming for morning
awakening from slumbering

the author
                    ..... slowly drifts
                                               ......towards
                                                             .... the stove
it was a misty morning
and a heavy rain falling

the author
smiles

                   ..... the kettle slowly rattles on the stove

and the water boils

stove turns off
cup, water, coff....
                               COFFEE
As the hot water touches the coffee the air is covered in coffee aroma

the author touches
the
cup of coffee