Out of the dozen
I chose but one
My fallen rose..
As I take it to ask
Why do we see
What only grows..
Cause through love
when it comes
it only goes..

...

Spark the flame
That glistens through the heart
For the fire that's burns
Of the scent that grows apart
To the captures I yearn
As I see them as art..

Absence..

Essence of the absence..
Confronted by a shadow
From the distance..
Through the night words echo
Offering one guidance..
As footprints are to follow
Accepting ones presence..
From afar that we know
But only to be Blinded by the brilliance..
That Many are often to show..

Surprised..

Watching in surprise as the ones close scrutinize your every move a cause to agonize but chosen only to sip back and analyze then again is it any wise important to advertize the distant lies as to resisting the consistent cries for this. what you see is diffrent in many eyes..

Time..

Living in fair nor rude
Greatest thoughts in mind
come in place Of solitude
With God Giving time
living blind with fine wine..

In the End..

Envisioning the name lighting up one's phone..
followed by a tone awakening by the ring..
maybe then you can hear the beat of the pounding..
Through the night we stare at the walls undoubtedly having
mental images of the call..
Asking yourself should I give in or do the unthinkable
and stall..
Cause the heart seems to afraid to fall..
but in the END my emotions withdraw
and I guess what im trying to say is that
I'm really missing you after all..

Merlot..

Portraying and young image
That grew to be vintage
As hours tend to pass..
Time reminisces
Off the empty glass..
Reflecting a short smile
That flowed through the past..
As thoughts sit dark
The taste seems to the last..