my arrow misses the target and points to something dark,
i just always seem to loose my spark.
i just don't know how its supposed to work.

i have once again lost my mind
and long ago went blind,
leaving all the easy things behind.

i wanted to loose a bottle in the sea
a long lost hope to set myself free
i never expected to actually send the plea

and now it is all around me.

most say i am innocent,
i say i am infinite.
i will do all i can
to save the wise man.

but little did they know:

i've long since been gone,
and forgotten ten fold,
even i cant remember
if my heart really was gold
or maybe just overwhelmingly cold.

they never did say
why they had gone all that way
and only ended up missing me
with less than a bouquet.

and finally,

i would never question,
such as their aggression,
why i could never find
the once notorious mastermind.

i had never waited for those things
i always felt like i was falling without wings
i dont properly remember a time
when i hadnt been compelled to rhyme

i have always been waiting
my head just aching
i dont really know what it feels like
not to be waiting for a strike

How, do I love thee?

Why, nothing more and nothing less than the cool winters eve.

Nothing less than the sunset colored leaves that hath lied on the newly forsaken ground.

Nothing more than the perfect blue sky that hath yet to call hither the waning clouds of storm.

And yet; thou ask again; how do I love thee?

And this time, I freely answer, words soft in a forgotten mouth,

‘I love thee as I love a strong spring day and an easy winters' morn.

I love thee as though thee art the rarest thing in the world.’