I Seem Alone.

To have my love,
oh what is that,
if you can never love me back?
But love alone I always do,
so silently I feel for you.

Will anguish settle in my heart?
The deepest corners?
The secret parts?
And always hiding,
I'll feel silence,
the quiet shared by waiting hearts.

It's all a secret.

It seems I always feel this way,
such yearning lingers in the air,
and yet, as I sit loudly laughing,
one won't see the quiet here.

It's sitting in that corner, silent, slightly hidden from your view.
Because I've learned to laugh is better than really trying to share with you,
for sharing's not the thing to do.

So I smile in this moment,
and bright it truly is for me,
except for all that hidden quiet that calls for me to set it free.
It's all I dream for,
secretly.

Oh won't you please be quiet with me?

Short of Breath

Once, when I was truly myself,
a smile lived upon my mouth.
Lingering for such brief moments in my eyes,
and on my lips. I felt a truth
living close to my heart. A near neighbor to the now.
Like a soft breeze dancing through my soul,
refreshing only for a breath,
the full and glorious hope of I was beautiful.
Oh mourn the death.

The folly of this clear facade is seen and scoffed by only me.
The secret, quiet, hopes I dream are covered by fear of
disappointing.
So hindered and held back by visions abounding with terror that all alone I'll be
unloved,
uncherished,
and unseen.

So I breathe this one sweet breath,
so beautiful,
then embrace death.