I was protect by my heart
Then you broke it
Broke it and left me
In the cold, hard world
A world without you!
Laugh As I sit and smile to myself I think of my girl. The girl who has run away to another place. A place different from my own. I don't know what that place is and bit I don't like it. I laugh at the fact that something has taken her away from me but I will wait for her here in my room. I will wait for her to come back. She has been taken by herself to keep herself form going insane as it is too late for me. She runs from her father who never understood. Never understood her or her actions. She also runs from a friend a best friend that wants her home. A best friend. I cry when I see that she has not come home to me or to anyone. She is my love so I will think of her and laugh for laughing is the only thing left I can do.
Fight Fight! Fighting is what I do best so I will fight. I will fight until I can no longer live. Live in a world that is not mine so I will fight to make it mine. To make it a place that I will be proud of. A place to love and cherish. I will fight for my love. To keep her in my arms and to keep her safe. I will die for her and for my people. I will die fighting if I continue on like this. Continue to stay true to what I believe in. That is not who I am. That is not in my nature to quiet, to stop fighting. To give up or give in. I'm different than most people and that is who I am.
Want I long for her and her touch. I wish for it. But I am afraid. Afraid of what will happen to her if I continue. If I continue with this want inside if me. It eats at me and consumes me whole. I am lost with this and I don't know how to find a way out. I can smell the warm sweet aroma of her and it makes me lose control. I don't want to hurt her so I will fight this urge. I don't want to lose her or her love. My instincts tell me to pierce that pretty neck of hers and draw out her blood. I love its taste but it will be deadly to her and to me.
Not Them!I am not them. I never was and never will be them. I hate that I am always said to be a part of them when I'm not. Why must people of all kinds put things in nice neat little categories. Put a label on them. Pass judgments. I guess it makes there own tough lives a little easier but is that any excuses? I am who I am and you are not going to change that. You or your words. I do what I do for different reasons than you think and you wouldn't even bother to see the truth. The truth is what blinds people, makes then turn their heads and look for something easier to swallow. I will tell you who I am but you wouldn't listen.
WarmthWarmth that is what I love. I love the feeling of warmth on my skin. I live for the hot summer days out in the fields. The sun shining down on my back as I work. The golden color of the grain taking in the sun and moving in the wind. But I'm stuck. Stuck in this small room with white walls and white sheets on my bed. I'm trapped within four barren walls and a door. An Unforgiving door that I cannot open. I long for what I once had. For a world of color and of warmth. My world! The world I grew up in not the world I have to know. It is silent hear. Deadly silent. The silence only gives way to the screaming inside my head telling me get out of here and get back to the warmth of the sun.
SilenceShe looked at me with her large green eyes. Those eyes I loved so fair and bright hold the stars of the night. I smiled at her and she smiled back. It reminds me of a song I have heard of the girl with the golden smile. I wish I could sing to her a song of love and life. A song with music. Music that can touch your heart. Music that makes you warm inside or makes you feel the chill of the night. I wish I could sing a song to her but I can't sing. Our love is strong and it will last us for all of time. Long ago there was Romeo and Juliet, they are nothing compared to us. I wish I could tell her a poem. A poem about her and how wonderful she is. A poem of the stars at night. A poem of my love of her and her alone. A poem by Shakespeare or by Mark. A poem for my girl, my life. I wish I could tell you a poem but I can't. So I will sit here in my silence and only wishing for what will never be.