Philosopher's Pen

A million words would not make my world Just a single word from my love Your sigh is my healer What you say is could be my killer Baby let me hold your waist I am afraid this longing is to great I cant wait In my heart I have been carrying this weight Let it be today Baby let us dance to night Can I hold you a little tight Just a little so it would not hurt I cant promise tomorrow Just now I am sure I can count This feeling is right And my heart is tingling to the marrow My heart can't promise But tonight you are my perfect one Forever may be too far Tonight is just enough my soul mate

Why is it easy to see the invisible The things that people have not done Things that make humans divisible But not things that make us one The things that make all visible The little things that have been done The things that have it possible To even dream of a want

Bright and dark Are the colours of the heart Stories are written from the depths of either Until one is lost Nothing is beautiful in the heart Tears of the heart are beautiful As beautiful as the laughter The lost are the found The found may never be the lost The never lost are lost Lost never to be found The seeker has no map Just desire and despair Dancing the eternal dance Of yin and Yang 

Tearing a piece of a flacid heart To clean the the tears This hurt Grief never leaves, A longing that would never go Wound cut deeper that time would heal Child forced to adulthood Amid a lingering longing to be a teenager for a little longer Powerless before spite Weaknesses before this breathing drug That seems to call A longing for this feeling for a second more Fooooool wake up! A voice calls A tear  falls The child closes his eyes The teenager would not grow Despite the fervent promise  The teenager would not grow 

Sometimes all you need is to be gone To give up to the last fragment of the bone All that makes sense is to be done To feel totally on your own To sink into the sorrow To give in to despair Reach the rock bottom  Then rise a new

I have stopped waiting I have started living Living doing the best that I can I hoped you would see and the world would clap But sometimes a man is his own team cheerleader That is the only way to move forward Sometimes it is just the joy of it Sometimes it is the hope Sometimes it is a longing And sometimes it is really nothing But something has to keep the dream going And that is the man in the man

What if you knew your weaknesses But also knew your strengths so close What if you spent more time thinking of your strengths than weaknesses What if you put more time to work on your strengths A little time thinking of your weaknesses How would your world be?