There is this memory of you and I; a time when all we did was graced.  All that was said was gold and all we felt was the blood of the earth and the sky pumping through our veins  
:Simply meant to be  
  
Now the lines are blurred like the ripples in the water.  I can't see clearly anymore I can't see the defined lines.   I don't know the rules and I'm tired.   I want to know your love and I wish that you could want it as much as I do  
But the blood of the earth ran dry and the sky is covered in grey.    
:Simple rantings of the forlorn    
  
Time has stolen the youth on my face.  It is taken away moments that can't be recaptured. They say hope will heal that.   I'd like to believe that hope still existed, that there is a higher purpose to be found in these moments of solitude and void. I want to believe...so very bad .  
:Simply my belief lands on you    
  
Sadness is irrelevant here. The madness of letting go of the wants and needs of the mind and the heart; leaves me in shallow water  wandering constantly.  It's the memories and dreams that  make me sad. That's what takes me into that dark night of the soul where I question everything.    
:Simple renderings    
  
Ankle deep in shallow water; blurred, ripples cascading with each movement.  I doubt if I could drown here even though they say it only takes a teaspoon of water.    
Where I feel my air getting cut off from my body is in the moments when I think of our future.  The one we can't have because it's been blocked by fear.  
How foolish can two people be to let go of those kind of dreams? Maybe we're just the kind of people that like to feel pain, that like to drown in sadness while pretending...that we are ok.  
:Simply it's not ok  
  
So today we turn another blank page; while the pen has run dry. The words have all been spoken and within that the heart and the voice have fallen asleep...shh