It's a tale as old as time
a song as old as rhyme
the heart you hold is mine
love, as rare as a golden dime
it's hard to walk that line
too far to walk to find
just where i lost my mind
too dark, no sun to shine
as I walk this earth I'm blind
in turn I'm left behind
can't find that love of mine
she's cut the ties that bind
a flaw in god's design
can't find a word to define
can't find the curve of spine
no longer in my prime
no longer an axe to grind
I'm asking for a sign
feelings I've been masking for some time
I've been acting like I'm fine
I practice all damn night
but, the fact is I'm not alright
the hurt distracts my sight
the work impacts my life
I was wrong, you know I'm right
if you know me, you know I might
let the old me lose this fight
so the new me can hold on tight
to any rays of light
I pray as i lay at night
forgive the words i say in spite
but the birds, they stay in flight
so i know i can say despite
my ways, I've paid the price
in ways as cold as ice
it weighs, I'm told it's nice
it pays the golden price
to take and hold this life
cause even paper folded right
can make a molded kite
that takes up the whole entire sky
so I'm thinking maybe even I
can make this paper your reading fly
and maybe be that guy
that can hold you when you cry
we grow old too, then we die
share a laugh and then we sigh
make a pact within this life
cause it's a fact within this life
once stabbed, you must retract the knife
the wounds, they heal up nice
if only given time
(unfinished)

You have a way with words
Real Nice

thanks, I try to make it interesting to read.

That's an understatement, you deserve to be a renowned author for sure.

well thank ya jamie, as always, your too kind ;)