Withdrawn from your vision...
Drained of all hope but, I still glisten...
As a dying star, A drying rose,
Leaving its cosmic remnants..
Walk a mile in my shoes...
It will feel like an eternity...
If I were to walk in yours,
It would probably be the end of me...
I am that single tree in a plain field...
The only butterfly in the sky...
Where as the wind has no companion...
I'm that beauty not in your sights...
It is my way to caress your face...
By not being in your present place...
The dark spot under the sun lit desert...
The oasis if you sought for peace...
The mysteries of wanting desire...
The mirage of your dreams...
Only as real as the words formed by my lips...
And fragile like a feather, whisked away in a harsh breeze...
Shrivel away in the passage of time...
Wanting, needing, my blood as thin as wine...
Begging, pleading, to walk strait into your arms...
Yet smiling, and tearing, as I'm not written in your memoirs
Somehow yet, with a company of one...
As long as I am soaring free,
My walk is not alone...
These lamenting tears will be with me...
As only solitude has been with me...
So shall that be with you...
How dreadful the long jaunts for affection...
Only to return with the foul stench of rejection...
So walk, and stroll, and prance this way...
And lift our sadness...
Pick my garden, Untouched...
Hidden and untraveled, this road cast away...
Pick and choose what you like to keep...
But remember to love and cherish all that you do...
There are still hidden wonders hidden deep...
Wondrous moments and colors will only reveal for you...
From the time of conception we've been listening...
The sounds of the world echoing through...
The womb has been our instrument, our drum...
to signal that you hear, to make way for you...
In the womb words had no structure...
After Birth they had no substance...
Following understanding...it had no power
Now with strength, the resonance can rip into your soul...
Memories can also reappear...
Like a flash back of a moment endured...
The good ones are hardy noticed...
The nightmares we just cannot bare...
Some echoes have the strength to last forever...those come with tears...
Precious ones you wish to last, only to go in a flash...
Which experiences make us stronger?
The echo you heard or will never hear?
In appreciation of a moment, a memory...
It at times must go away...
If it ever returns, if it could talk?
What is..its story, what has it to say?
It says, "I once was pure and true.
I could go over mountains and far.
With each step I take,
some visions of me may come apart...
For some, appreciate me more.
They I came to but, only once.
Like you, never forgetting, always in pain
You are who I was made for...
The others hope to end you...
To drain you of your vitality...
To make you cold, losing sight of you...who is true
Frequently picking at your heart, your sanity...
I am your test, for life...
But some days you may not hear me
Every time you go through pain, I'll make you stronger
I'll just have to return to you, when need you, need be...set you free..."
Remind me of the time, when I had a smile
Turn back the hands of time, Till when it was all worth while
Take me to that moment
Tell me if ever I'll be there again
Remind me Why....I'm...here
Of course a mistake, that is clear
I'll remind you when, I've seen a pretty face
Its all it takes to seduce this slow life pace
I can Tell you exactly, that love, it'll never blossom
For only birds of a feather will flock together
But for those who are lucky and receive a wink
Are the ones who live it and then its gone in a blink
Remind me if ever, I've made you smile
For all the things, I wish I could feel
Anyone has already forgotten
It's all lost to me or more as never found
Remind me why I am here
Remind me why I still breathe
I'll tell you why I am ill received
For I am your love you refuse to see
Of course its easy to say this
That those who belong will forever endure
But I'll Remind you again Love...
Love is the true, pure
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