Maybe?

It began in the small hours of the night.

A simple sound, an idea. Internal fight.

Brush it away day after day.

Erase the words that he did say.

Time took the words right from his lip

Losen your fingers on the grip.

Sometimes I feel it would be easier

That life would be breezier

With someone sitting by my side.

With someone who would in me take pride.

I have never played this part before

Lonely have I never felt more.

But not lonely in its tradition

Just longing for a simple addition.

One plus two.

A "me" and a 'you".

I wish for someone to come and sweep me off my feet,

Someone who smiles when we greet.

I wish for that feeling of importance

Not the feeling of ignorance.

I wish for that feeling of going home when wrapped in his arms

And being swooned by his simple charms.

I want to feel safe.

I need to feel safe.

I wish for honesty to flow

And a trust to grow.

So many have said they'd keep me,

Yet alone here I be.

I do not pitty myself, or call this last resort

I just wish for acceptance when i've come up short

I'll be patient.

I'll wait.

I've done so already.

Not throwing my love out

To anyone eager roaming about.

It means more to me.

I'd invest anything to have you see.

I am cute and maybe slightly funny,

But id hold you tighter than anyone honey.

Just give me the chance.

Give me my next person at a glance.

I just want to meet him.

Im ready. Excitment flowing over the brim-

Come on over

Summer boyfriend.

secret to your soul

The picture that you have always painted.
You can draw it in your sleep.
Has changed.
Ever so slightly,
Ever so softly.
But just for the better.
But just for the best.
And no one knows.
It's tucked safely inside,
That fold within that beats and thumps within your breast.
Silent, yet screaming as it talks to your hands.
Only to your hands.
Watch those hands.
What makes them move?
what is the secret to the soul that moves those hands.
Those hands that paint the picture.

Rip the human race open,
Peer inside the whole.
Peer inside the hole.
Rip you open.
Look into your soul.
Changed.
Altered.
But only for the better.
But only for the best.
Darkness once filled the cavity that beams.
Light after the dark.
Calm after the storm.
Push past the light, im searching for the soul.
I feel the breeze from your chest,
I've drown in the sea.
Watching the trouble to stay afloat..
I've felt it too.
Looking so close i see myself there inside of you.
Buried down deep behind the rocks and rubble.
Interseresting i found myself sitting in that dark soul.
Souls meet at the darkest of spots.
You are in me and i am in you.
Is that the secret to your soul?
What is the secret?
The secret that has moved your hands.
Those gentle hands that paint the picture.

Silence.
Listen to the sound of silence, watch what it does.
It makes the picture.
The picture you could paint in your sleep.
For it is not the connection but rather the disconnect.
Scream.
Your hands will move.
The secret is only for your soul to know how to make them.

Secret to your soul.
What is the secret to your soul?