I can see the vivid flashbacks from past times
The person I was meant to be left somewhere behind
The worldly winds of heartbreak and defeat have tossed me here
In this place I can't escape because of fear
If I could kick my heels thrice and maybe rewind
Go back past the hurt to a more simple happy time
Yet the present is what I have and the future neither promised nor imagined
The past just a long ago beauty like the retired queens of pageants
Still I pray everyday that this mindset is just a phase
Counting on recapturing that childlike spirit from the hands of yesterday

Years have passed.
With only you to consume this body.
When it was over, I was filled with nothing; empty.
Then when she came, you just threw me to the side so fast.
It came so sudden, it blinded me.
You always said you'd put me first, that I was the best.
You even said so the day before you left.
She told you to get rid of me, and you ignored my plea.
But you listened.
I'm sure if she yelled "JUMP"
You'd Jump.
3 years.
Versus
2 months.
I thought there was a difference.
I was wrong.

Mesmerizing eyes sparkling like the sun's reflection
As it glimmers in the sea on our romantic vacation
Knock, knock, there is no Prince Charming to greet
No extra money for my imagination to even flee
His intoxicating scent with undertones of this foreign land
Checking off more goals as I grasp his outstretched hand
Knock, knock the odor of tired feet has become normal
My list of dreams growing yet no checks to add to the journal
Tears in my family's eyes from so much joy and pride
That I can be the one to spoil them and provide
Knock, knock, my budget is much too tight
Fear too present for me to change my life
The dream so enticing and entrancing and sweet
No need to worry, I hear the hard knock, knock of reality

I must say that these last couple months have been interesting since I found this site.
It has given my an inspiration to let more of my words out and to search for all of your words.
So far I am amazed.
We won't save the world but at least we can show how similar and different, light and dark we are.
We are the soul of this age and I don't want a single person here to foget that.

Keep up bearing your souls.
We all have something to say.

And as always I will bear my soul to you as well butl leave it up to the viewer what might be seen.

Your lover, brother, and other,

Joshua Haynes