theres nothing i desire the most than your touch
feeling your skin rub against mine,
feeling your lips kiss mine,
feeling you next to me.

its been a while since i last hugged you
its been a while since i held your hand
its been a while since we last laughed

distance is keeping us apart
its making us go mad
and its squeezing our heart

my love its been a while since i last saw you

What kind of a world is this...
Where money matters not a persons life
Where people will spend all their money for a stupid party but not to save someone's life......

I wrote a poem about it
And then threw it away
Because that's the last thing
I need right now:
More words dedicated
To people who will never
Dedicate a
Single thing to
Me.

For what is this life,
In which we wear
Our prolonged finality,
These bonds of our
Inevitable destiny,
With grace?

These dirt roads
They break way to gravel
Until the grass splits the cracks
In the soil
And gives birth to such green fields
Who seem to scream in anguish
Of the childhood you spent
Roaming amongst these woods
Now they remain
Simply a funeral home
For trees dying one day at a time
Much like you
Still soaking life in through your roots
As you stretch your branches even further
Grow ever taller
Towards the heaven
Which you only pray exist
In empty church pews
Stained with spilled wine
From the final day you still believed
In the ghost they claim walks among us still
But that day was long ago
Nowadays these false religions
Only coexists with you as fuel to the fires
That have ravaged several forest to ashes in the dirt
They looked a lot like yours
And suddenly you realize
That you're the last tree standing in your forest
And it's a dry day
A wedding day
For a forest fire and a final goodbye

Do you feel this force, It lives with in us. It lives in the dark.
Lights they blind me.
behold the weariness of my heart,
for forgiveness you could always pray.
Hope the sickness would go away.
Feel the beating until it fades.
Lights they blind me.
wishing that you would stay.
Leave this sorrow until another day.

I know her
That of which your heart is made,
That for whom it beats,
That for whom it bleeds.
She is forever scarred
Into your skin
Like a one-winged
Butterfly tattoo.
Your dream lays
Where she sleeps,
Where she breaths
Soft and neat.
Your passion lives
Where her attention
Is yours for hours
And you long for years
To trade her fears
For heavy tears.

And you long for her smile,
Her laughter
For only a short while.

But your pain expands
Where mine also does.
My shattered heart and I
Know you, feel you
For you are broken
Just like us.


F.Z.N