It is the deepest night I have dreamed of you
A wondering star a long lost ghost I miss the most
To walk by you to graze your face
Falling into madness have I ruled my kindom justly and fair
Have I given you your say so your will to be
You are everything to me and I can't let go
Not knowing what keeps time from slipping
And each time I see you I wonder if I'm losing faith or exploring opportunities

And I can keep writing this stuff on end
Go to a ballpark enjoy the game
I can go skating in the park
It's all the same why bother going out at all
To engage with other people to laugh to cry
To fall in love with hoping she loves me a long while
It is better to love once than not at all but I honestly
If you want to know me I am more likely to fall for the sounds of your words than you as a person
And in meeting that person love them more because of such said unspoken words
I'm a writer it's what I do...
This path I am looking for unconquered my deepest hopes my dreams my fears
If you're not willing to meet up with me take my hand guide me to love you for all you're worth
I never will know love...
I love myself I love my talent I love even when I am torn apart and scared
What I want is some sort of pen pal some really deep minded blonde girl with a deep sense of heart and character really sweet
Someone that I have always wanted and while she exists in this present world through some sort of reality of my hopes and dreams she keeps listening to me not saying hi
A lot of people read my posts that I'm deep and likewise goofy
What I want is to enjoy life for you to take my hand
And as said you have more talent than I do...
You keep pretending I don't notice you and keep up this game of if we're going to bump into each other
But I'm not budging I'm going to take care of my life as needed
Keep writing keep posting things that help me further my talent and I will still be a shadow compared to you...
Or maybe what I think about you is so great my talent has no real meaning just empty words some find pretty or pretty annoying :)

I was looking up myself online to see what the world knew about me found out more about my books than the man himself... Yet when I look up the book itself it's misdirected... Who I am does not exist? I keep smiling painting pictures with words being unnoticed because of some factors if I really listened to a woman she could tell me a lot of good positive qualities in myself. And likewise on the web know nothing about me? Just the work I produce...

Each year gets deeper trees nestle in grass becomes dewy and soft I feel alive as a butterfly truly making my own way be heard... Who I am is happy unremorseful and free to be pluckered at like a dandelion exposing myself even more... I am simply wishing to be thought of as someone unique weird and talented with a good caring heart... words that pour out like honey... but no matter how deep I get or happy or moody this person keeps me content to just be me pushing me to keep doing things for her... and before I know it she pushed me so hard I look back and I moved an entire mountain to let her pass onto the valley...

People have mocked me my whole life I honestly it's like 50 cent taking another bullet it stings but I keep on living. I'm old tired and nothing anybody says matters I can get upset but it never solves anything other than their own drama... people hate it that i'm honest people hate it that I actually have a heart give a care... Who I am is a Capricorn that will always protect his mate no matter how shrilled she gets when I choose her... it can take a long long time for a Cap to find this person when they do is devoted to protecting his family keeping his wife happy at best and raising his children providing them with experience and knowledge... sorry I don't hang out at the beach as much I've been there the sand got in me so much I got little pebbles in my belly button I can try to ignore what people do but it's all the same crap anyway that I have a talent a voice of opinion a lot of what I say can be sarcastic to just prove a point...