Would You Notice If I never smiled again If every word I spoke was about how much I hate myself If I cried so hard I can't catch my breath If I never looked you in the eye again If you never saw me again?

Ink You said my name and my heart broke You called it love and it went up in smoke You wrote on my soul and carved it like oak You kissed me goodbye and I thought it was a joke You didn't come back even when I said wouldn't cope Why?

So It Is As I sit here, watching from some place familiar, yet hauntingly destitute, I ponder several questions. Envy is a sin, but isn't loneliness just as sinful? I pray to a God I can't see, but know exists, but my faith hides in darkened corners of pain. She's so young they say. Her smile should be true. But how can it when nothing inside her urges her to be happy? My Lord, when will it end? It's so tiring to ache this much. A soulmate, a companion in #life, is all I ask for. Is that too much? Years of asking the same question, I guess it's safe to conclude: so it is.

Long Ago I promised I would find a love worthy enough to live for. I wished for a heart wide enough to welcome such a love. I prayed for the wisdom to know of love in its truest form. I dreamed of the one who would bring upon me the greatest love. I hoped for strength to carry the wealth my fated love would fill me with. That was all so long ago, I had forgotten that love didn't just come to those who waited quietly. So finally I spoke aloud the love I hoped, dreamed, prayed, wished for and promised to myself. And there you were, just waiting. Had you heard me or had you been as silent in your wants as I had been? Whatever the case may have been, I'm so grateful.

Sincere I promise to thank everyone who knew me and loved me anyway and forget those who cast me off without wanting to try.