I should have told her how much I cared when she was here
Because now I can't yell "I love you" loud enough for her to hear

Silence
inside a train
is the only sound
of life outside.

Along a road
a melody grows
flirting
with the countryside.

The river
wide and turgid
flows
to a relentless rhythm.

Sometimes
a flute plays
between rays of sunshine
and whispering winds.

Clouds swell
in a darkening sky
to the groans
of a sombre trombone.

Inside
listen to the rain
watch it slash
at the window panes.

Playing games
Tranquil moments
Innocent days
The weight of emptiness
Introspective interludes
Scenes you'll never see
Ephemeral truths
Doubts
The enigma of love
Dogmas and doctrines
The pattern of waves.

: "You are beautiful."
: "You are so blessed, you know that?"
: "I'm jealous because you have everything."
: "You have a radiant smile."
: "You are a treasure."
: "You are important to me."
: "I miss you."
: "You are enough."

I am scared of changing
Scared of not changing
Afraid of my past
Frightened by my own future
And I'm just waiting
and waiting
and waiting
for the dark surprises of my present

Too many** eyes watching
Too many ears listening
Too many ideals capsizing
Too many thoughts sinking...
And dreams drowning.

Too many drops fallen
Too many smiles forsaken
Too many times beaten
Too many hearts left shaken...
And promises broken.

Too many questions asked
Too many answers hidden
Too many faces masked
Too many hands bitten...
And people forgotten.

Too many words said
Too many pacts fade
Too many boundaries laid
Too many rules made...
And games played.

Too many secrets entombed
Too many feelings consumed
Too many ill thoughts bloomed
Too many enemies groomed...
And hate campaigns resumed.

Too many...
A plethora too many
Too many...
We choose not to see
Too many...
Taken far too lightly
Too many...
There's just *too many,
too many...

I came across a letter I never sent,
hidden somewhere I had forgotten.

I'm sorry I never gave it to you
I think it would have helped.

It read out all the memories
I'd forgotten we'd ever made.

But I'm glad I never sent it and
I'm glad you never read it.

I have been told
That I have to learn how to smile
Because I have been using it in the wrong way
I thought it was to tell people you are okay
Even if you aren't
Apparently it is to show people
You are happy

Letting go of your feelings
Doesn't mean you no longer love him
But rather you're just accepting
The reality you are living
That he no longer loves you the way you want him to.

It will be a waste of time
To wait for his love
Coz you'll just surely end up
Hurting yourself over and over again
Knowing that it is his love you can never have.