once, i met a girl,

who wasn't you.

love is a strong word,

i'll never use.

but i used her.

i don't remember the rest.

I try to see the beauty in a rose
But it smells just like a **** to me.

My pen is filled with lovely words
That I can’t put on paper.

My heart’s aware that it’s been robbed
Of everything that’s velvet

But it beats on in vain attempt
To recognize a bluebird.
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I so longed for you since I was a child
I'll never forget your touch; oh so mild
you were years ahead of me; I didn't care
all that mattered was your beauty; oh so rare

Behind the twinkle of your gaze
Past the walls you so fervently constructed
At times,
I see your pain
I feel the anguish in your eyes
The quivering of your lip quickly forced away by a misplaced grin
Surrounded by the emptiness of this void we call life
I wish nothing more than to hear those alluring three words
The glow you radiate envelopes any room
Your smile casts any doubt I have in life
How can someone be so incredible?
I am the lucky one
You show how utterly beautiful life can be
That this existence is not some random succession of meaningless events
With you,
life takes shape
life retains hope

Life has meaning.

Atheism: a very persuasive response
To the Night.

Faith: Silent, mystic flight

Can both be right?