Drawn across the paper.

The poet of a person, is all wrapped up in time.
Gathering the memories, they are trained to rhyme.
The pieces in the table, the hands upon the strings.
Recollecting feelings, some words began to ring:

"Why do we fall in love with fools,
why do we go and break all the rules.
As far as we know, love is always blind.
But thick enough to make us last...
pushing through the grind."

The hands slow the notes, and eyes begin to wander.
Waiting for the flood, that comes along with ponder.
The presence of a person, can be just as hard as leaving.
And every reader knows, a lover's painful grieving.

The soul knows no boundaries, only sudden wrong or right.
When it grasps at it's true love, it may be left without a light.
The eyes come back to the page, still without a reason.
Musing that a sprig of hope, may still be in season.

When you won't speak to me.

How long have I swallowed this sour agony, rhythmic wantings of my heart.
Confusion slipping, silently sliding down a path that can't be foreseen.
Smiles forced from these wounds, wounds on top of scars…
Silent pain bleeds the most, pours upon ashes, dehydrated soul, it wonders.

Truth

The best things to gain,
Will always come with pain.

Pain can produce fear, doubts and walls. But pain can also produce compassion, wisdom and growth. Change your perspective, and you will change your direction.

What's left.

 Less I am, it's only me.
Less I am, much less than she.

 Less I have than the world devout,
Less I have, I'll do without.

 Less I'll be, it's still just me
The less I reveal, the more you see.

Never be so strong that you cannot feel, try so hard that you cannot see, or pretend so well that you cannot hear your own heart. -Watched 'Mansfield Park

The greatest thing you can ever learn, is just to Love and be Loved in return.