Maybe

If not today, then maybe tomorrow.

If not a laugh for right now, maybe for a memory remembered 20 years from now.

If not a kiss before our last good bye, then maybe in a dream when  we wish we had "this" back.

If not a smile for the hiding of your pain today, then maybe one far from now for pain that's worse then.

If I'm not

If we're not

If your not

Then maybe we will be when our hearts have already stitched back together,

and we will no longer have the capacity to mesh into one.

Maybe when we become detached permanently, will "we" be your priority.

Will we then begin to see, that sometimes in life, love will only ever have one opportunity.

And if we were blind enough to throw it all away,

then we will build the rest of our lives on "we will never be"

And we will have chosen to become "if nots" without any hope of being free.

Symphonic Masterpiece

They put to shame my symphony

Laughed at everything that mazed me

I'm not one to show emotions

Not inspired to cross roaring oceans

Can't see the logic in blind devotion

I spent my childhood alone

Mapped the patterns in her tears across the telephone

Promised that I'd stay a fool

Protect my own self from corruptions rule

A little fool

little fool

Silent Symphony

You counted sheep

I rounded pi

We sat together while the rain dried

You drew their masterpiece

They mocked you back

You put emotions on your sleeves and had your heart attacked

A daring soul

daring soul

Tragic Masterpiece

They stole a part of you

I stole it right back

You stood in pain

While I embraced their attacks

I am helpless

You are free

I am stone eroded my your sea

A daring Soul

A little Fool

Symphonic Masterpiece

I am ....

I am a lost thing

dwelling in a place unfamiliar to me.

I have woken up in this endless canyon for quite some time.

Still I have no idea where it is that this body of mine has been tied down,

to which  forsaken place it is that I have not left.

I still here remain.

I am a useless thing

an object of despise.

Who lacks purpose but posseses intent

and creates nothing in a "useful" nature.

Standing immobile on display for the worlds prying eyes.

I was created by a master who holds all knoweldge unknown to me,

There once was intent and purpose for me, but desire's lost now sadly,

I still am what i appear to be.

I am an Ugly thing,

locked inside a shell,

I invoke disgust, and lead others to anger because this.

The repulsiveness that smothers me is my undoing,

I am saddened for those who gaze upon the hideousness that is me.

More that they cannot comprehend more than this outer layer, leaving scars unchanging

I still am what I am seen as

i am an evil thing

with malice in my heart

and fangs as sharp as poison

whose words cuts deeper, soul destroyer of those unfortunately meeker

antagionist of the tales, who seeks nothing but the pain seeded in tragedy

whose own life is an example to the righteous, reason for their fight, and wheather or not they see

it is my good deed

that i am enabler for the unselfish (the sacrafice to lead)

i am an imprsisoned thing

whose heart is caged up

torn to pieces and locked in solitude until  my will to fight has been strangled out, torn from my chest

stabbed still the bearting heart whose potential was to be a revolutionary

i once pleadged to liberty every part of me

but now circumstantially justified all that i have forsakened, left unfisnished when it's simply

that greateness wasn't meant for me

i am a vulnberable thing

shy and repressed inside

a mind full of wonders to hide, un rationally afraid of logical views because the romatic in me loves hidden passion in forbidden truths

and relentlessly i keep at hiding, to find the one who can sink in and set this tortured child free

unsolveable like a mystery, i try to remain on the outside becasue of the fact

that i am only as unsolveable i  pretend to be