Always start with the piece that makes the most sense.

i tried, but you no longer want to.
with sunshine and smiles, i wish that you find warmth in all that you do;
a home you can always run to,
even if it's no longer with me —

i still wish you think of me.

when
God takes control
your hands
are
the
architect of the soul

Time is a construct.
When there is a certain time that comes.

It obstructs our perception.
We want to run away.
We want to find the exit.
And somehow still bring ourselves in one piece.

I'm in a world that is  breaking
my heart.

I'd write you another
bad poem
but

The sickness fades
glad feeling
invades

And I'm not caught
lyrically
reeling

Two paths converge, a winding lane,
One, love that blossoms, sun, and rain.
The other is a journey to find my core,
Where dreams take flight and fears explore.

They weave and dance, a vibrant braid,
Love nourishes, where my spirit's swayed.
My true self, a guiding light,
Empowers love to take flight.

Together we soar, a boundless quest,
Love and my own, forever blessed.
Again, my love, and my own

Friendship from afar
Keeps it pure and free from harm
Close, it turns to poison.

Life's magic gone now.
Small stage, characters crowd,
weary viewers watch,
Tricks repeat, no spark.
Life has lost it's spell.