A breven Heart

It wasn't the entirety of it all
it was the acceptance of the speech
that whistled through my heart.

Spoke of it with a thistle that brought a thorn
to the stitches of my heart.
Releasing everything from the stitch to the blood
and to the insides all around.
Snatching away the hatred left.
And putting to rest the demons haunting me.


Capturing the moment of when we first met.
And letting it embrace every sentiment-
from the first kiss to the first words that
"I Love You" was said.
Now capture me some more, and take me away.
To a world a far.
With out us being a disgrace.
TO society, to all who see Us wrong.

But for now we stay, with out the longing of letting go.
To please others in a silence unwritten
but the action of it all being placed before us.

The canvas spreads, and our love is the only color that
makes it alive.
SO let's be the focus point toward each others lives.
And let's make this challenge, a settlement against all odds.
Dreaming, thinking, even breathing is a sin.
But for Us....



                          Just having you is enough.


                             We won't, refuse

to   N E V E R                     Let          









                                                    Go.