The sun is now cold.
The words of the mother nature live in my soul.
Hearing the birds sing a song that is not familiar.
Listening to the trees as they whisper my secrets.
Looking at the seeds as they start to bloom.
The nature of love is lacking it nurture to make it.
When will the rain start again?
The water is not always wet.
The city does sleep at night.
Dirt is the dosh that must be served.
Living is not the same as breathing.
Thinking about trying to see the stars, but I am afraid of the light.
What does my pain mean to you?
Right now, I can say it means nothing at all.
If I say no you push and push until you get your way.
No matter how many times I say that I cannot do you what you ask.
My cries go unanswered like the trees going into the fall.
My branches are all but gone, yet you still ask for more.
I usually do what you say.
Now I am breaking like the last little tree down the way.
I ask for nothing and yet I am still wrong.
When I tell you no understand that is what I mean.
That my saying no is not meant to hurt you.
Those are just my leaves leaving my soul.
It is hurting me to let them fall.
I have no request and I have no answers.
As the leaves fall know that those are my tears.
Each leaf is tear I wish I did not have to shed.
I see the words, but the paper is blank.
The story that is in my head cannot leave my body.
The thing that I love is one that I cannot have.
Stories are being told, but the pen cannot fit in my hand.
The thing that makes me move is also the thing that keep me still.
I do not know where to start, but I do know how it ends.
To tell is to sing without words.
It is to walk without moving.
I cannot tell you what is happening.
I just know a dream is blossoming, but the nightmare is still around.