Lost in my hearts sorrows
Into the green leaves
Softly blowing out this the window
The ghost of my love
Seems to float on the wind
Captivating, beckoning my attention
Disattached is what i feel
Translucent, I'm still here but I'm not
Silently observing. omniscient force.
I see,i hear, i know
But of me, of my hearts woe
No One knows.
I am the face in the painting
So easily missed. Outside on the inside
A face with depth, hidden in plain view
To the side, obstructed by sI'mple bright faces.
Characters of their own places
I one with texture and dI'mention
Am over looked in a way
When you see me
You will feel a pull
The stories my eyes can tell
They will fill and over take you
But until then, God, Paper and Pen
- My only Friends