he loves me not

He told me he loved me today with paint over his face. And of course I believe him. But his love will only last him as long as he stands before me. And when he walks away, I will be forgotten along with my perfect smile. He told me I'm beautiful, wrapped me into his arms, and told me I was safe. But I can find no sign of truth in his beautiful words. I will continue to walk my imperfect path, in hopes of finding a lost trail. And I if I do find a lost trail, my feet will gladly follow its course. I hope to lose myself in it, and find an ending more amazing then words can describe. I will stay there with my One and Only. And if its all a dream, I hope never to wake.

good day, morning, night, idea.

So I woke up forgetting my kick. I changed my mind twice. I became scared when I couldn't find my secret. The Queen forgot her thoughts, but turned around to go find them. She said her goodbyes to me, and sent me off with indestructible love. I walked in to find all eyes on me, and my eyes closed to find themselves in peace hugging the sun. He caught me in the closet, using what he thought was his cloak. I gave it to him anyways, knowing it didn't belong to him. Now she is talking about God, and hiding Him with religion. She is confusing Him with thoughts, and directs Him into an ambiguous idea. She tells me I'm a liar, and He is just a spark. I'm tired of her annoying speech and hope soon that my words will leaver her scared with truth. Impatiently, I'm waiting, so I go swim with the fish.

Our short visit.

I was lying in bed with heartbreak the other night, and i was awakened to an utter dissapointment, by birds in my window. I coudn't understand myself, nor could I understand why so much desire ran through my mind. Later dissapointment showed up to say hello and walk away without a care in the world that I existed. No contact was made. Stupid me. I was not at all surprised that our aquaintence was so short. Neither was i upset, i was simply digusted that my heart was once touched. In my peace upon the clouds, birds were sent to me again with question on my pain. i choose to smile and send them back with olive branches insted of dried leaves. the brances were early prunned of course, but the birds did not know. i heard from them no more. i sent myself into darkness later to be awakened by the light. a new box of gifts was opened, and i was already prepared.