it won't damage the mind
or the soul; they're infinite.
it won't hurt the heart
or the stomach; they're intact.
it won't hurt the idea
or the notion; they're entwined.
it won't hurt me
or you; we're too far apart
for that bullet raging through his brain,
cutting nothing but his flesh from his senses.

The sadness of this heart
of mine may never go
away. I do intend on
starting all over once again.
...

Will you only walk away,
never looking back at me?
You never even said goodbye,
you walked away from me.
...

Echo-cho-choes bounces off my wall
Of my mind and ring through my mouth
In stereo I find I try
To convey what I'm speaking about
Let it out it says in perfect pitch
To my inner ear so no one hears
You've got something to say, then say it
Don't go out like a *****

And I stand upon my soap box
As I point you out in the crowd
Stranger I've never seen before
I hope you read this nice and loud
In reading this, you owe me a smile
A hug, a handshake, or a kiss
I'm the lover that went unsung
And so I'm writing this