Your heart desires.
It wants.
You're almost at desperation.
It yearns.
You can never possess.
It forbids.
You never quite belong.

It's a trick of a night.
You indulged.
It's a borrowed/rented lie.
You fantasized.
It's a washed out dream.
You knew.
It's hurting you.

He lets it go.
It's a sensible thing to do.
Uncertain,unbearable.
He doesn't want it to stop.
It's a sane thing to do.
Unplugged,unbearable.

It's been awhile.
It comes and it goes.
Yet,it's not the end.
For when it's at the farthest.
He is closest.
He secretly possess.
Reminisce.
He is closest.
History of moments.
He is closest.
Everlasting.
He is closest.
For when it's at the farthest...

Look her in the eye.
Can you see her pain inside?
Give a gentle touch.
She might break and fall apart.
All the tears that she's held,
all insecurities aside.
Take time and notice,
she's losing this fight.

She doesn't say too much,
or ask alot.
She only wished,
you'd cared enough and fought.
Now alone behind her bricks of wall.
With her mindless behaviour,
standing tall.

What doesn't **** her,
makes her stronger.
What she can comprehend,
she holds it up together.
She writes no plans to the future.
Just God and her mindless behaviour.

"Try is a big word."

You're flying without wings.
On gifted wings.
You need to embrace it.
You dread it.
But, you'll still try.

A certain someone.
From time to time.
That same effortless magic.
STOP.
Please, try to stop it.

You're next to each other.
An arm's length touch.
Yet an enormous elephant is between.
You sit in absolute silence.
You're both trying to fight for love.

They'd manage with the GMT.
They'd manage the worlds apart.
She wish to buy time.
For her, he'll try,

She loves him.
She likes him.
But for her....
Would they try?

The stage, her passion, her dream.
They dance, they act, they sing.
She's not quite like this.
Perhaps, she could try?

"Try is a big word."

And it all comes down to this,
a fading memory that may soon barely leave a trace.
A familiar stranger, a faint scent,
a mere sound and distant place.
In time, all that's left are pictures from yesteryears.
Bears no weight nor value,
no significance nor worth a tear.
It once had its time and place,
for in it,it rested on being complacent.
Like fading joy,
this too was no accident.
Change is ever constant,
it leaves no time to wait.
Don't try defying gravity,
don't interrupt with fate.
And it all comes down to this.
Memories eventually erased.

Tonight as she falls asleep,
her shattered heart rests in pieces.
Like a dagger that remains pierced within,
words of pain from those very lips,
She'd battled with those tears,
the pain and fears within her soul.
But tonight she lost her battle,
for it's skin deep,flesh and blood,her very own.
Tonight as she falls asleep,
her unconditional love remains for her own who has betrayed.
My broken angel would never stray.

I don't mean to pry,
but girl, are you sad?
You look out of sorts,
you look pretty bad.
A penny for your thought,
a listening ear awaits.
Tell me what's bothering,
tell me your woes instead.

She sat next to me,
barely holding back those tears.
I'm supposed to be alright, she said,
but why these fears?
I should be keeping to my side of the bargain.
But I'm in contradiction, again.

Flustered with emotions,
that I'd fought to tuck it in.
They won't let me hide them away,
they won't let me win.
Tell me girl, what's flushing them out,
when you'd held this masquerade so well?
She says with no hesitation,
I can't keep living in denial.

I don't mean to pry,
but girl, are you sad?
In all honesty, she said,
we have a certain magic...but no sparks, perhaps?

Hesed,Emev.
By grace and truth, I live.
Jesus came for those who messed up.
Not for the rich, the abundance or such.
Sometimes I sit alone.
Asking why is this soul half filled, forlorn.
He turns around and makes me think.
What does this soul wants and can bring?
When I lean not on grace and truth,
but on my weakness and doubts.
That's where I fall, six feet down.
But as I sat with many in church today.
My pastor spoke of truth and grace.
Hesed,Emev.
Lord, I live.