missing you

I'm hear again where you can't hear,
Where my perpetual love for you
won't disturb your new found bliss.

I long every night to have
what you've found,
I had wished with all my being
with every part of me
that you might have found
what you have now,
that you might have found that bliss with me.

I dream about you every night,
I think about you every day,
you are with out a doubt
the last thought I have when I fall into sleep
and the first when I wake.

I hate that you have grown to feel
that it was something I wished
to press upon you.
Yet something else that I have to add
to my long list of regrets,
I only ever wanted was to show
how much it is that I love you so.

God women like you,
women that I can love are so rare...

And I love you so very, very much...

and i love you too j/p but yea i like it, simple but i like it...

i like it, u kept it simple, but it works well, hope to hear more

Gareque

garbled madness

How do I proceed
in this without my
deepest need.

Another day lost to darkness,
brought on by the sword.

Still stained
with to much blood,
cuts like some old wooden spoon,
left too many years with out use.

Splinter at your name,

"The house is old, bout a hundred years",
cracked vases leave no clue
to the stories left behind.

Flowers drop when thrown out of windows,
from hands that seek ones
with a fresher sent.

The last noise heard
was darkness
brought on by
the minds lack of control.

Garbled madness rules the mind,
where once
sober thought
held its dominion.

Animals starved of food
will eat their own young,
a man starved of love
should devourer his own mind.

lost

Everything I do is helpless,
everything I think is meaningless.

I don't know why I persist
in beating my head against the wall,
for no one to hear.

I think getting lost
back into my journal
with none to hear
shall feel good for a while.

if you have any compassion left.

you’ll tell me what you need.

and send me into oblivion.