The road has twisted
My vision blurred.
What I have seen
Never actually occured.

My thoughts always return
To the image I had
Of you and I,
It wasn't that bad.

But it's not like that
I was such a fool
You were never for me
I really am a tool.

I'd have given you the world
And even died for you.
I probably still would
But you don't have a clue.

Yes, we are friends.
Close as can be.
But I want more than that,
Can't you see?

I die a bit inside
When someone comes along
That sweeps you off your feet
Yet I try and remain strong.

That one day you'll be in love with me
And stop my torment.
For my love for you
Is my ultimate lament.

Red, yellow or white
Orange, pink and crimson
Spicy scented delicate petals
Early blooms of springtime fashion.

Washing over me
Like tears from heaven
Absolving me of my sins
A brand new start
Free to live again
To breathe again
To love again

I have not felt regret in a long time.
It's a feeling of remorse and loss.
Like I have committed some kind of crime.
And I am the defendant.
And I am the plaintiff.
For the witness was I, and I can say nothing.
Because either way, I am in the wrong.
Because it is just me in this case.

So please don't remind me of my rights.
Don't tell me anything, for that matter.
Because everything I say is held against me.
I heard it all before, words served on a platter.

Now it is time to leave it all behind, no view over the shoulder.
The regrets and remorse will be left at the burial site.
Never to visit, only to bury; the hatchet and the lies,
That I once have spoken before. For the closet it clean
and the graves are hidden, wiping the slate from all that is forbidden.

A society of animals, a gang of strays
deciding on rules that need not be made
Proclaiming the "truth" while adorned in a mask
In rain, they run
But in sunshine, they bask

Just like the lever on your door, your words won't let me out
Your breath to each stanza excites me with... words upon words of what you might say.
I might be getting all giddy cause I fall for words just like the days wrapped around this earth.
You might not notice me like, lyrically because, I am just.. Your friend . But yes, I do understand. Because, we are just make believing you are, the courtship to being mine.
Your presents excite me.
Not the ones that you would buy me.
But the spirit of your be-ing.
You being there to raise my awareness like the poet who spoke of "house alarms" and being aware of what is there.
You may not notice me for who I want to be through the passageway of your eyes.
The delicate touch you graze the side of my arm as we sit ever so close to each other.
I'm just... Over analyzing what may or may not happen.
My *** that serves me to be this wild beast chasing after the minor things. You've been on my mind. But for what reason?
Like this blood coming out of my body, are you only coming out for this monthly visit?

you inhale and breathe the very air that let the seed sprout into the majestic shade that kept you cool when you played under its canopy as a child wondering ,why butterflies are so colorful...... why did your shadow follow wherever you went, why you felt a tingle whenever a ladybug walked on your arm and why the rains always inspired you to get wet and dance your heart out......  there is rain, air, bugs, butterflies, leaves, mud,... waiting to be touched by you ,so you know that there's always a rainbow eagerly waiting to shine just for you....
there is not just one life to be lived, you are living many just as you are reading this......

I wanted you to fall in love with this:
A picture of perfection painted well
Content to be a lovely mask you’d kiss
But through my time with you my image fell---
And did I right away share honest words
That dribbled from my lips pathetically
While fearing scorn and judgment I’d incur
Let my tears drop un-surreptitiously.
But now I had no sleek and stealthy ways;
You tore apart my well-crafted façade
I had not seen the brightness of the days
Twas shrouded by opacity of gauze
I did not like this much, I had delayed
Pursuing individuality
And then, somehow, my deep beliefs were swayed
Perplexed that you’d desire the real Me . . .
And now the front has gone, I’m pleased to make
Acquaintance to my Self for my own sake.