Honest Questions

What is LOVE Once it's trickled dry? Or like a barren tree The last autumn leaf Has fallen off your branch, brittle and dying Springs bubbling up from rocks Depleted of the waters once erupting Over the stones where you heard my humble plea Vanished , Evaporated What is love When not returned ? Is it not a response To a supplication The answer to our Deepest yearning ... A candle that patiently waits to be burned What is love Once faded away Like a color to a shade A quarter moon that reflects no light Just stays the same Day becomes equivalent to night Completely opaque What is love When not returned ? Is it not a response To a supplication The answer to our Deepest yearning ... A candle that patiently waits to be burned It is the sweet scent Of the blossoming rose It is the gravity that Keeps the pendulum swinging From left to right It the fragrance to our otherwise Seemingly dull and ordinary lives ...

when the light has dimmed it’s fuse burnt out the stars drenched in a dark coat of doubt up with no escape Please think of me let me hold your hand when you’re stumbling Tears have washed away  every ounce of joy that existed Hope is forgein,  minutes become an eternity I will help you stand together we’ll dance Forget about the world around you Surrender the oppressing weight Turn off your mind, keep your eyes on me listen to the beat Take my hand Let’s dance til the stars decide  to break into song, and shine Til the pain is no more  Til joy returns to this forsaken space

Beyond the looking glass  Worlds start to fade Who I am isn't who I seem to be  My past is ever present  So visible and susceptible to insecurities  Beyond the looking glass  I am face to face with me Beyond the looking glass  we are all the same Saints in battle Trying to hold on to  Things too big for us to handle Beyond the looking glass  There's a way There's a way  Rocky and narrow There's a twisted notion  Of what beautiful is Those lies ate away at me  To leave these chains behind And walk again free Through that looking glass Stands who I am and who I want to be Glancing up I see Two eyes, quite familiar Dead, pain-filled stare  Hands open,  Through the looking glass he stares