Silence between words,  
Whispers truths the heart conceals,  
Echoes speak aloud.

They lead with certainty, paths well-defined,  
Preach with conviction, in every word aligned.  
They smile, a beacon in the darkest night,  
Guide us gently, towards the distant light.  

Yet shadows linger where their words reside,  
A subtle chill where warmth should abide.  
Is it truth they speak, or am I misled?  
The answers slip through the thoughts in my head.  

Either they're right, steadfast and strong,  
Or it’s my own compass that’s been wrong.  
In this maze of doubt, I'm left to roam,  
Confused and searching, far from home.  

The signs they show, the vibes they lack,  
Leave me questioning the path I track.  
In their gaze, a riddle lies,  
Am I lost, or do they wear a disguise?

I was so much a part of you
Added to your beauty.
After a while you abandoned me.
Drifted apart from you

Many bottles on the tables,  
All properly labeled, clear,  
Yet contents hidden, veiled within,  
Their secrets disappear.  
  
Some hold water, pure and plain,  
Some with wine refined,  
Juices sweet in some you'll find,  
While others stand confined.  
  
A few are lifted, sipped with joy,  
Their purpose fulfilled with ease,  
But many sit in silent wait,  
Left alone, to only tease.  
  
Some are empty, void of worth,  
Disappointment's quiet toll,  
For not all bottles, neatly placed,  
Can satisfy the soul.