I craft my love
From words and dreams,
Forgotten, bygone memories.
And of this life, Real Love knows not.
I am to him a Time Forgot.
He left me picking pieces, changed
He lives in my mind, I lie deranged
Sobbing and writing all over the floor
You left too soon, Love. I need more.
I resurrect you from the dead
And spill my heart to the you in my head.

So I wrote you
But perilously;
For you, in your brilliance,
Unwrite me.

Here I write again
Something that I can describe
Maybe
It's time
Maybe not
There is always a void
A piece trying to find its place

Is it too much for a sad stone to
feel loved
And not stained
Here I write again

Stone never felt stained
It was the world that
Labelled it's cracks
As stains
And never did the stone
Once complain
Here I write again

Faith let the stone in pain
And each day stone cursed it's pain
But the destiny played it's game
Stone learned it's way
And accepted the pain
Now the world had to stop it's game
And Here I write again

seven (7) drafts sitting lonely
seven (7) always was a cursed number

maybe that's why i can't write anything now

maybe i'll keep this in my drafts, too
so i can make it

eight (8)

No matter how hard I try
I cannot speak
I cannot write
I cannot live

We should be afraid
of those incapable ones
because they are capable
of eveything