I haven't felt at home since then
Since I've woken up
No dream can last
All nights must pass
And rise again

But my realization hasn't changed
The way things are or could've been

Look back and see the same old day
Not as it was, but as it is

No amount of time can change the fact
Or the truth therein

That we are searching, ever searched
Alive within for but a short time

What happened to the love I felt,
All the love I dispensed to her,
Where did her faith waiver,
How could she unlove me,
Why she forgot about it?

poetry for me is not the emotions i'm feeling,
but the emotions i felt
for they have been transformed into words and onto paper,
and are no longer apart of me,
but instead are now apart of something bigger, and far beyond me
.

I fell in love with dancing,
when you showed me it was about more than just the steps.