I heard the music
shutting my eyes the sound went through my head,
through my mind.

Bellowing in one ear like a rolling bass,
while tweeting in the other like the soft strings
if a violin or ukulele,
playing softly on a full moon
to cheer up your mood.

I heard the music
loud
like headphones surrounding my ears
with the volume turned up.

I feared I would lose my ability to hear,
to listen to sounds of mother earth.
My loss of sound would be
my greatest tragedy of all.

I heard the music
as you lay in your bed,
sleeping,
with your hands covering your face

Your silken ginger hair falling
messily around your face.
I wish I could walk to you,
and brush your hair from your beautiful,
light colored eyes.

I heard the music
before.
I tried to ignore it,
writing poetry to hide it

I still battle whether I should tell you,
or not,
because our friendship, I treasure most.

I heard the music
when you told me your deepest secret
how boys fall in love with you.

Now I think I have fallen,
just as you said,
but I don't want to lose my friend.
Will I?
Will I lose my only friend?

I heard the music,
the music of love.

I don't want what you want to do.

Know that, how thinking I don't feel, hurts

and so now,

*******,

don't do,

just know,

Now every time I go and try something new to me,
I figure it all out.
That maybe if me or you,
both possibly feel,
that if the places were same
as those when
(or were)
I lived
and Burned the food my mom cooked.

Arm and arm,
you and I,
cared or not,
nurturing life in me
helping me like everything that
there was or is around me.

More
and more than anything
that just was past friendship
with others.
(between friends
being us is what I
like best)

Hope you feel there was,
what is now.

Our fates, they take walks through
places that are scary
and far more frightening than any pleasant thought,
far more than fear itself or anything
that you and I,
as children,
could have thought,
we'd only known,
lurked in darkness.

Walking takes us places and
shows us that talking
should be valued and
is better than staring
(straight and silent)
at a wall.

The stars above...
I love trying thoughts and ideas
to bring me the answers to all my questions.

Our fates bring about walking,
leading to love,
discovery,
happiness,
realization.

But (I know that)
it's filled with many hard feelings.
And that's because everything you
and I
experience,
what we want,
is given to you
by something else in you.

All heed my words.
Open your arms,
and walk.

Your own words destroyed your cuteness
when you said,
"This is what I need now,
the focus on my life."
biggest ******* ever.

The part I love most is,
"I don't have time now love."
Feeling as you didn't like me anymore,
can't stand the single thought of me.

Time to packup and
forgive you.
It feels like a hit and run
all from your side

But things are funny to you still.  
A bone chased by a dog and
I think that it's just really cute
how you wanted a puppy and then,
a baby.

Forgetting out last kiss ***** more than anything.
Oh, why can't I remember how your lips feel
as I kiss you?
How I wanted to remember yesterday,
go to my thoughts
and just kiss you.

I must forget you.
I have to forget.

When is it the best time?
I don't know.
Every time I look at my watch,
above all,
I wonder where the time's gone.

Stare,
Dumbfound,
Confused,
lost in thought,
unable to understand that I have to go.

I am able to move now,
focusing back in
then my thought process returns
and that gaze turns into a look.

So from that frozen stance,
I'm now your slave, Time.
Now, are you beautiful
or terrible?

Time goes
but eyes never change.
Constant
like when your seconds tick away,
and the splendid things fade away,
and the smiles dissolve into nothing.

And is a word which can
combine all subjects or thoughts,
and I know i will use it again
and again.

Can I decide to pick another word?
Say "or" rather than repeat
and;
which is what I always say.

What if i decide to omit And?
What, you don't think I can?
One thing I know,
is I make things go.
not because I care,
because I have changed she, from he

I'm the one who makes things happen,
like a riot
fuels me.

In the heat of battle
I lose most control
but get it back.
My drive makes it so,
and my thoughts are behind the wheel.