The peacefulness that sweeps your eyelids is priceless
It’s beautiful the way you move unconsciously
And excuse me for being heedful but I don’t think I’ve ever seen an angel before
It’s just the sight of you is striking to me
And actually I’ve never felt so close to anything that I could physically touch
The sentiment is Godly
Your body lies down my hearts horizon I’ve brightened.
I’m thankful you’ve given me a safe place to lay my devotion
My emotions are untangling in involuntary motion
I’m open To pain To the aching To the possible disappointments
But where I reside the address is cloud 9 And I’m floating
Going nowhere fast, I’m enjoying my view Coasting
I’ve heard that patience is a virtue And so I’m learning
The other night in a moment of silence I realized the blessings I’d been earning
It put fear in my heart

Capture me underneath the sunset.
Straw hat in hand, smile genuine.
Painted across my cheeks.
Paint me deep,
BLUE.
A darker hue.
Anything but bleak.
I became obsolete when I began to think
that this picture could never be painted.
My visualization became tainted.
But whenever I'm the artist my image
has the potential to be beautiful.
But my beauty bounces off the walls of a cubicle.
I need a creative collaborator.

Sometimes it seems to me that your ultimate goal is to see me broken.
You sit in your chair and twiddle my hearts strings between your fingers.
You strum my chords until the melody becomes too similar to your own.
Then you knot each of my hearts  strings up individually,
Leaving me strung.
Only so you can start all over.
You learn me just to forget me.
Lead me just to leave me.
I'm a game that you love to play.
But only when you haven't smiled a genuine smile for a while.
I make you happy and nervous at the same time.
Cause everyone knows that a sweet hello births the most bitter goodbye.
So when it feels too real, it's too easy for you to run.
In the meantime you just walk the line.
You reside on the equator of my past and future.
And my resistance only assists your thrive.
You are the factor which brings life to my smile.
You are the crease in between my cheek and the corner of my mouth.
Every breathe I take while with you amplifies my high.
I hate you, but I love how you make me feel.
But only sometimes.
You are a wound that will never heal completely.
Marking me imperfectly beautiful. You are my creative collaborator.
Forever infected by your loves venom.
Therefore I bleed thee.
But, we don't relate anymore.
Our pitters don't patter on beat anymore.
Our paths don't meet anymore.
It seems like your hearts not even in reach anymore.
I figure to leave is the only way to settle the score.
But you've packed my bags and you opended the door.

Maybe the distortion of this portrait will create an even more captivating picture than viewed before.

The difference in the pigment of pixels may provoke a deeper message,
triggering currents of the subconscious to bring beauty of illustrious moments ashore.

Perchance an installation of last minute alterations won't lead to abdication but rather depict a trail of a beneficial journey embarked.  

It'll be titled. . . "Matters of the Heart"
An abstract image of two roads diverged apart.
And when viewed from different angles, it's comeliness is untangled.
Conveying new meanings of art.

I told him I loved him.
Even though it was clear that he couldn't hear me.
I told him in the dark so that it would be impossible for him to see me.
I asked him if he felt the same way with my eyes closed.
So that just in case he said no,
I wouldn't have to witness his lips speak the word.
I asked him if he needed me.
And even though I knew it wasn't so,
I was curious as to if he would say yes to amuse me.
To soothe me.
I told him I loved him in the dark with my eyes closed,
So that if his ****** expression rearranged to one of confusion,
I could revert from the pain and paint an illusion behind my eyelids
Of a tropical island
Where it was just us.
I asked him when I'm not around does he feel that something's missing.
And as I realized the fact that he still wasnt speaking back,
That I had been falling while he was merely slipping.
But I admittedly take the blame for the cause of all this pain,
Because you never think to ask permission.
Yet, he stole something so dear to me without a scolding.
My heart was now in his possession and my heart he'd been molding.
So I had to let him know my love for him was pure,
And still I'm not sure that he knows it.
I then opened my eyes as he stood there frozen,
I came to the light and that's when I told him,
** I want my heart back.

We listened to Maxwell
as the sun fell,
And the days swayed into nights.
Letting the rhythm of the music
Speak to one another
Allowing our minds to take flight.
Connecting without speaking,
Sharing dreams without revealing.
Somehow letting the sound intertwine with our sight.
Those days transitioned into hours.
And those hours disbursed into just nights.
Sleeping so close,
But dreaming so far apart.
Yet we bound our bodies tight.
Meanwhile,
the clock was stealing our time.
Our days together were wearing out.
Our future becoming a blurry sight.

Tonight I listened to Maxwell,
As the moon spilled,
In through my blinds, bringing the music into light.
Never has a song brought relief
to tears so heavy.
As my pretty wings brought me to life.

He could be good for me.
But he acts just like you,

Well not like you.
Cause to be you is impossible to do.
But your dialect is similar
and there's something about his humor.

He could've had a chance,
If only he'd made it to me sooner.

So ******* for being perfect
And ******* for leaving.
I see no sense in searching now
Cause Im left with nothing to believe in.

The strength of your memory lives comfortably in my head.
Steady throughout the seasons.
And my friends don't  bother to ask my why,
Cause I've drunkenly plead a thousand reasons.

He could be good for me.
But he reminds me of you,
Just not quite as perfected.

There's been many to step up to the plate.
An many have been rejected.

Cause their presence isn't as magic as yours.
And theres never a sign of a connection.

No mans touch is joined with comfort.
Passion is non existent.
No love welcomed.

And it don't matter how much they tell me they "love" me.
Cause something's always missing.
I don't feel that tingle in my tummy.
And I don't get those feelings.

He could've been good for me,
But he's not you.

And that makes all the difference.