unspoken

what of a love unspoken?
is it weaker without a name,
does this love deserve to exist without a title,
because i dare no share its name,
does that make me cruel and cold deny the work of my salvation,
because i chose to let it grow,
people tend to choke that which they do not understand,
why shouldnt i be weary,
and withhold this love from man,
what of alove unspoken,
no one ever knows,
but this is a love that lasts,
and in secrecy it grows.

i know

from first glance i know exactly what would be,
you and i have perfect hearts destined one day to be,
the circumstances dont evn matter because my heart never lies,
and if you dont admit to this it is you who will be surprised.

before today starts

you say you'll love me forever but what about today?
as the dusks become dawns ad the years pass on will you love me the same way?
if so let us rejoice and bathe in constant pleasure,
if not spare my heart today and i shall recover before forever,
and if my doubts and questions upset you
forgive my fragile heart,
i just wanted to know if you'd love me forever,
before today would start.

i see

i see you and me
lost in constant ecstasy

sometimes

sometimes when i'm alone,
i cry because i'm on my own,
the tears i cry are bitter and warm,
they flow with life but take no form,
i cry because my heart is torn,
and i find it hard to carry on,
if i had an ear to confide in,
i would cry amongst my treasured friends,
but who doy ou knoe that sops that long,
to help another carry on,
the world moves fast and it would rather pass you by,
than to stp and see what makes you cry,
its painful and sad and sometimes i cry,
and no one cares about why.

Celebrate

Celebrate life
through music,
through the spoken word,
through the splatter of colour on paper
or wood,
or iron,
or canvas,
but celebrate your life,
your ability to feel joy and sadness,
celebrate your ability to feel!
only then will we be free to feel!

why

why go through life unnoticed?

Wants

i want to be the one who makes you smile
but more so i want to be the one who makes you cry