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Once again...this is about nothing...
life is a waterfall....were one in the river and were one again after the fall......

People run away,
don't like me to know them that way.
Without them saying a word.
Their thoughts like a caged bird.
I've trapped their emotions in my shell,
Some my own private hell.
When we meet.
Search your mind for something sweet.
You know I'm trying to connect,
as I disect,
your inner, to get to your beauty and share it.
Scares the s**t out of some of you.
Cause you know what I've viewed.
All I want.
Is to know you back to front.
inside and out, be you with no doubt.
I want to feel your soul from deep within.
taste your flavors so when.
I write it comes from the heart.
To know every part.
I know why they all run away.
They are afraid of what I'll say.
That I'll write their tears today.
Everyone I meet breathless running,
can't see that I'm funning.
They only know the intensity,
I feel their sensitivity.
Few like the feeling I give.
To have someone want to know,
what makes you live.
It gives them the creeps,
It's just the way I am peeps.
I need to write with feeling,
don't mean to send you reeling,
so I search your soul,
So the words I write are whole.
Not partially unfulfilling.
I think it could be thrilling,
and to a few it is.
they let me feel their fizz.
graft their branch onto my tree,
so they can grow with me.
and get my love for free.

Lonely, no one around,
needed someone to talk to,
Said hello to no sound.
No use crying what good would it do,
whats the use of being here,
stuck with my blues.
You work so hard for friendship,
find you've lost,
and with no one to share,
who thinks your worth the cost.
sinking fast into despair.
why go through the motions,
of swimming up current,
when there's no ocean.
no more emotion.
Feeling so small,
and insignificant.
don't even need a place to hide.
the tears I've cried.
Too depressed to care.
Thought I'd see you for that last goodbye,
but you didn't return,
No use to even try.
When you're needed most, you're always there,
But when it's your turn to need,
not a one seems to care.
No one to even give a long goodbye to.
Doesn't matter I still love you.
deadpoet