Perfect scenary, smile upon my face,
Warm breeze embrace, laughter in the midst,
This forest that I've walked in, has a story to be told,
The souls that have visited hold more truth from those they know.
Secrets from their lovers, lies kept inside,
The trees can't help but listen to the sorrow they are shown.

I don't wish that, I want there to be peace,
I can't control the others or what they've said,
I can't burn them from your memory, but I can build you a sanctuary.

I'll let your vines tangle me or tie me in a knot,
I will rest my head against your branches and have you hear my thoughts,
Dip my toes into the earth and sink until I'm lost....

I bloom when I fall into the old ways and days,
It's not hard to when all I see is you in my mind,
I can't escape this and am unsure if I want to,
I couldn't replace what's grown or what will...
The songs on the radio can tell me your on my mind,
The places I visit only remind...
Spring wasn't that long ago, your left over impressions still appear on my window..
If I wasn't far from reach, would you be here in my bed?

I let myself down anytime I believe,

I walk through time backwards from any sort of grief,

The reasons for this I'm unsure,

Why I trust all souls is absurd. 

If my life were a fairy tale, how would this story end..

Or is this story a tragedy like Romeo and Juliet..

Although I want to let go and forfeit...

There's a part of me inside not willing to. 

I can carry my past in a locket, throw it against the wind,

I could reach for the stars in the sky and pretend they are my fortune..

I don't think I need to expect, I can live my life without disappointment. 

I decipher on to you as you on to me,
Read each word you write carefully...
I follow the trail you've left behind,
Pick up the crumbs leading to the dark woods....

This confusion of all despairs,
All the warning signs are lit behind my eyes...
If I carry on to the house made of delicacy,
Shake hands with the painted picture,,
I could get lost in the eyes of a predator,
Find my way back home to what's true,
I twist this dagger three folds,
Deep in the belly of no remorse,
I drink the blood of my enemy,
Share my pain, point the end of the sword to my throat.

Nostalgic frames, flashing bright lights,
Drive through the neighborhoods of my previous life...
Street signs, lamp posts...
All have faded into ghosts.

In a blink of an eye I'm new,
My resiliance portrays invisible wounds....
I'm reminded from a familiar tune....
That my smile exists.

A glimpse of what was then is foreign,
My vision of now dismayed,
If I could only speak what I thought,
I would not be here..delayed.

It's unusual for me not to open this window,
To not share what's on my mind,
Something holds me back from this,
Am I wasting time?

I can validate my feelings,
In reality I know they matter,
My heart still ponders,
The wonder of what this is.

I symphonize my time,
I keep quiet in my home,
I can't believe your words, when your not..there.

I'm enlightened by your words and the way you look at me,
I feel an endless sense of peace from you sincerity..

Time has told a tale I did not see coming,
The present has prevailed my marred past and all that was erring..