Hurting from deep and running from the real.
Trying to see if this something that could be.
Leaving with questions that never have answers.
That you never would want it to be.
Not really trying to understand the pain that is within.
This is all that has come into the light that guides you.
The pain is all to real that you never feel it until it is almost over.
Then you remember this is just another day of life.
A life that has never been kind, but you have enjoyed the fruits.
The fruits have always been bitter, but that is what makes them sweet.
I love you.
I love you.
The three hardest words to say.
Yet with you they fall off my tongue.
I have written these words before, but I never meant them with love.
This time with you all I do is say them with love.
I am thankful for these words.
They have given me the opportunity to be the person I have always wanted to be.
Now as I lay here looking at the rising sun all I can think about is that I love you.
These words will never grow tired.
They will only deepen the wound that my heart held for so long.
Once again, I must say that I love you for the rest of my days.
Winding is blowing the trees down south.
Telling the story that we have all talked about.
Hiding the fact of the pain it holds.
Listening to the sorrow that only a few knows.
Wondering when its turn will be.
Not knowing that place or the destiny.
Just knowing the feeling of something that cannot be told.
Working with other to give strength that it will never receive.
Walking the path that is never common.
Always there to lend rest when in need.
The secrets that are going to the place that no one knows.
The place where only lovers go.
The place where sorrow is home.
The trees down south have a story to be told.
Walking the path that holds all the secrets.
Living the dream that you never imagine.
Hunting the roads where cars seldom travel.
Believing the faith that the trees whisper.
Trying to just make it to see another day.
All the way standing with a smile beaming from your face.
That is the life that you want.
This is the journey that you want to take.
Not caring about the hurt that it brings.
Only thinking about seeing another day.
The ones that used to walk with you have fallen off.
Now there are some that are new that hang by your side.
This is your new walk and I like your stride.