i see you far,
i wish you near,
you never seem to hear,

my call for you,
each time you go,
wishing for you to come back,
but i guess you said no.

i've moved on with life,
i no longer need you,
so dont come back to me,
when you need,
because i will go,
you will beg me to stay,
and i will say no.

how does it feel?
to be hurt,
and alone.
to not know what to feel anymore,
to not see you come home.

i am gone,
you lost me forever,
i'll never come back,
so leave me alone,
as you should be used to that by now.

you want us to be closer

you want us to be forever

you want us to be stronger

you want us to step farther

you want us to dream bolder

you want us to be over

you want us to get over

you want us to be strangers

but you know what?

i want us to be back together

if only you would ask me what i want

I am watching you,
every step, every breath, every word and touch.
yet still I keep a sense of  certitude -
that you may believe you have befriended me.

I am a television, a mirror, a frame in your home,
I am a friend you can trust.
I am a child playing swing,
I am the woman you sneak around with,
I am the unexpected friend you trust,

Yet I am the one who snitches on you when we part.
Trust me, you'll think we’ve never met.
Yet when we do, oh man , you’ll know it.
For in the oddest of times, well catch you, grab you,stop you still - Until you cry out, BIG BROTHER , I .. - ....Confess.

There are certain memories in life that you can not count, but that you cherish and remember. That one number you sustain and uphold to the upmost of importance. Those thoughts you write, the images you draw that make no sense - yet unconsciously that sense lost, tis found in millions of little waves hidden within you’re throbbing heart. You linger upon those moments of insecurity, and want - yet not knowing what but intentionally thinking about them. It is that unknown man is afraid of, yet wants the attention of finding. It is that fear of loneliness that people avoid, yet long for it's grasping. Thine question still persists in mind, why art thine heart so kind yet consists of ones foolishness and pride.

There’s a certain beauty in a woman who assures her beauty, who believes in herself and contains her assurance. A woman who doesn’t want to be someone else, yet who wants to do better not be better. A woman who invites you in - helps you surpass your fears of uncertainties. She sings along in delight and joy; living, loving, running along the rivers of natures gift. Plainly a woman with a past, an unknown future who she is not afraid of, but looking forward to reach it. A woman who isn’t afraid of getting old, who is gaining knowledge and strength daily. The past is something she learns from, the present is her best friend and the future yearns for her substance.
This -  Is a Real woman.

Memories of the walks, enjoying hot dogs and sugared lemonade in the parks
Now a closet, an empty one, an empty house and heart lives on,
Shattered memories of circus fairs and tram cards played -
Lest the joy of salty tears slip of my face and onto the black, cemented ground.

‘oh, how dark tis the air I breath, heavy, a smothered breath it is.
The remains of those past, not yet investing in the calling of his that, and that his.
Leave me, until a later date, another time when dusk and dawn shall meet.
‘Till the sun ripens, arises emerald green, with a smile upon its face and five lines beside it, encircling it
‘Till death does part of me this body, that I may also - leave this earth.
‘Till the ground paints itself with gold, with biblical prophecies embroidered in that ground.  

This journey, once named life now carved, engraved in stone abiding fates decisions -
as if thou life consists merely of one's destiny. As if life, my life tis thought of, precisely.
Possibly, just perhaps, maybe it is.

I just want you here,
Oh in my arms.
I love you dear,
with all your charms.
This is not forever,
It's just for now.
But I'll forget you never,
'Cause I won't know how.
This love is true,
you must know that.
All I want is you,
Wherever you're at.

his voice warms me like a blanket
i missed the simple talk
how he could tell me
about nothing in-particular
and i would feel better
his words lift me to the sky
and i don't feel wrong
or ***** or stupid
for going back to him
and his gentle voice