the poet in me...SUCKS!

Paint the walls that separate our worlds so they read the invisible words of my wounded heart,
Send him those blood soaked rose petals that bandage this bleeding soul that mourns the fact that we’ll always be apart.
The cut is deep, always fresh and aching,
But it’s only fair for even though it was unplanned and un- meditated, it was my undertaking.

This love of mine knows no frontiers or distances,
It is Unrealizable but timeless and flourishes in vacuum.
With it’s indelible existence but impossible materialization,
It lives in the abyss of my soul, hushed and silenced for it is the kind of love, which has the potential of destruction.

It is hard to forget some passionate loves, to extinguish some raging fires, to erase some wonderful memories,
I see the future days filled with the madness of contemplation and meditation,
Angry, restless, frustrated, wild, insane, agitated and filled with reflection.
But its all a part of what I incur and what you give me, so I take it with open arms,
For they stir up thoughts of all that is you, with your quirks and charms.

I shall walk the line to the guillotine with a smile,
For at every step of the way and every inch of the mile,
It is you, only you, for whom I can face each and every trial.