I look for you in cities where you are not
In rooms full of people I know
In places I'd like to share with you
In my dreams where my wishes come true
In my past, I thank the choices that crossed our paths
In my future, I'll be lucky to have you by my side
I could look for you endless times
But the bliss of seeing you will never faint
My heart you make sing a melody each time

My words may not be beautiful.
My words may not be sweet.

At times I cry because the words I write and type are not the same words I speak in reality.

When anger, guilt or sadness comes over me, I do not want to be well- spoken.

I want to be well heard without having to repeat myself.

Character development.
Let's call it development.

Deep breaths

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It is all character development.

On my walls hang two pieces of art;
large canvases boldly splashed
with colour, stroke upon stroke formed vivid arcs.

I wish I had kept my father's paintbrushes,
they were tools of masterpieces.
From them, my strokes could have made faces flush
and inspired songs and poetry; love?

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But, perhaps ‘twas a blessing to create with unique expression and freedom.

We are led by our own desires

Not inspired by God

The wish is father to the thought

Born from what's desired

The ground is my home
I am nothing but the dirt
Underneath your feet