This poem has no end

The dreams in whence it began


your presence proved itself once again.

  Into the Deep waters you put ur hand out for help to not sink to the bottom.

I grab your hand & help you out.

The love never left, dismounted displayed  

changed by a silent  ray I see pieces of YOU left.

To be Yourself is against the law, Tears from your subconscious I've watch them fall I cannot help you no more..  

Love isn't romantic it's universal,

Vibrations stuck in rehearsal, non commercial the TRUE audience and the play is called virtue.

Admiring our cuts,

for it made us OPEN up..