gold

The moments which were stolen

remain the most golden.

Our childhood -
we'll never get it back
no matter how much we want to begin again from innocense.
Our parents made it or ultimately shattered it;
taking the time that was meant for our growth
and instead showing us a world we would rather loathe.

Her heart haunts her.

I wish I had the words to teach her

LOVE KNOWS NO DEPARTURE.

How can a certain physicality
be so far from attaching to emotionality?
My head, too, still battles that rationality
so there's not much I can do to save you.
But you ran from the one that would stay true
and forgiveness is a path I just cannot walk through.

Love and all of its masks
stumble on in
making us forget any progress we can or have made.
It's a scene of tragedy but tricks you with an illusion of prosperity.
"I'll take you to the highest revelation of yourself you may ever get
but,
if I end,
I'll show you a damnation that takes you lower than where you were before we began."
Your revealed a brand new you,
you love every level life has to take you through
but when it tries to escape
it leaves you jaded.
The individual you originally knew has faded
and, without love,
can this brand new you pull through?
Maybe we're just chasing an image
but when should we limit the risks our heart feels like taking?
Golden moments toss around a ball of mistakes
and before you know it,
our heart and head catch up with each other much too late.

Logic or emotion;
which should we trust if their both within us?
Is it that we cannot
or are we too afraid
to logically walk through the avenue of our emotions
because if you let those emotions slide off your lips;
THEIR REAL.
But even without the words,
your soul illuminates your feelings and reveals them through your eyes.

If you look deep enough you can read them their own mind.

Not bringing something to life makes it easier to dismiss.
"I never really felt anything. No, nothing at all."
Leave the words unsaid and no one will know
its love that you really miss.